Massage A Trois

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It has been two years since my first story, based on my experiences with my massage therapist. Since that time, I have visited her nearly twenty times, about once every five weeks, as part of the healing process from my car accident. I have a lawsuit pending with the other guy's car insurance company to cover my medical expenses (including my massage therapy). My sessions with her have also been a great way to relieve stress. Whenever I schedule each appointment, I know I have something to look forward to the next month. My massage therapist has her own therapist, and she feels the same way about her sessions.

At my full physical examination with my primary care physician, she never asked me to remove my pants, so she never got to see or feel my balls. She later misdiagnosed a severe cough condition, and I have not returned to her during the intervening a year and a half. I am currently looking for a new female primary care physician in our town.

Before our wedding, my fiancé and I bought a condominium and moved out of the apartment complex, where my massage therapist's studio was located on the floor below us. Though I have changed jobs since our move, I still work near my massage therapist's studio, and schedule our regular 90 minute sessions after I leave work. I tell my wife the morning of my sessions, so that if she tries to call my cell phone after work and finds that it goes straight to voicemail, she knows where I am.

I had gotten an oil massage on our honeymoon, and also on our vacation celebrating our one year anniversary. On our honeymoon, there was no sheet covering me -- the therapist had me wear a sheer, disposable undergarment which was basically a thong front with a string around the waist. A year later, the therapist held the sheet far in the air as I turned from my stomach to my back, and had a full frontal view of my cock and balls. When I got aroused during her massage of my left thigh, I felt my cock emerge from underneath the folded over sheet. She promptly readjusted the draping to hide my erection.

Back at home, I had fallen into a comfortable routine -- a ritualized fetish? - with my regular massage therapist. We have gotten used to each other. Whenever we exchange e-mails, there is a subtle flirting tone, with winking smiley faces. She knows without asking that I want to listen to the ocean sounds CD while she rubs me down with lotion. I adjust the face cradle height on my own before she enters the room. Recently I have noticed freshly painted toenails on her bare feet through the opening in the comfy pillow cradle, a different color each month -- fire red, coffee tan...

As she walks around my body, pressing on me briefly at various intervals, she routinely digs her closed fist into my ass cheeks. When she draws back the sheet, exposing my upper body to my waist, I try to sense how much of my bare ass she has exposed. Is the fold below the top of my ass crack? She barely makes an effort anymore to tuck the sheet underneath my body when I am lying on my stomach.

Her initial focus every evening is the lower left side of my back, but this has increasingly become a chance for her to explore my ass cheek. It seems she puts just a little more time and effort each month into massaging more of my ass cheek. Recently, I have begun to play along, as if this is a silent physical exchange or game between us, seeing who will go further, since she seems to enjoy touching my ass cheeks, and I enjoy feeling my cock start to harden against the massage table as she rubs me.

As she massages the top of my left ass cheek deeply, she no longer is interested in simply moving around the side my waist. She has continued to work her way around the outside of my thigh, closer to the bottom of my left ass cheek. Is she just trying to get a good feel of my ass every month? The game on this side of my body is cut short, as she moves to my head to slide her lotioned hands down my spine. She reaches as far down as she can, bending over my body, her hands applying pressure down to just above the crack of my ass, with each hand splitting off to grope the respective ass cheek, before she resumes a professional massage of my upper back.

When she moves to focus on the lower right side of my back, our cat and mouse game of ass cheek play is renewed and intensified. The sheet feels like it has moved further down my ass, with more of my ass crack and cheeks exposed. Her hands explore even more of my right ass cheek than she had with my left. Does she just get braver, the longer we have been in each respective session, or the longer that I have been her regular client? Or is this all my imagination?

My cock is fully hard against the table. My ass is slighty raised to make room for my erection, which pushes the sheet even more off of my bare ass. When she moves to the left side of the table and reaches across to work on my right ass cheek, she spends a few moments pushing down on the center of my back just above my ass. I move my ass ever so slighty up into the air against the pressure of her hand. She then moves her hand around the outside of my right ass cheek, down the side of my outer thigh, and back up around the bottom of my right ass cheek. I move my ass with her hand, moving my cheek towards her, wanting her to see and explore more. She pulls on my body, as if to lift the right side of my body off of the table, and I move my ass with her. The game lingers longer on the right side, but again, she moves to my head to slide her lotioned hands down my spine, before she starts work on the right side of my upper back.

She doesn't seem as eager to explore my ass cheeks when she is working on my legs as I lie on my stomach. Before I know it, I hear her low, silky, sultry voice telling me that she is ready for me to turn over.

There have been a few surprises over the course of our sessions so far. This year, my massage therapist has quit her day job and started to focus on massage full time. She also teaches at the massage school where she was certified. During one session, when she was massaging my upper arms, she tried a new technique where she held my lower arm against her breasts, which felt exquisite. I wanted so badly to move my hand and feel whether her nipples were hard or not.

Last summer, the sun was blazing into the studio window as I turned over onto my back. She noticed my closed eyes squinting, and she asked if I would prefer to wear her night mask over my eyes, which I said I would. This was seemed rather kinky to me -- she could now feel free to look at the tent my cock would inevitably form in the sheet when she massaged my legs, and not have any fear that I would open my eyes and see her. Did she plan to do that?

Another change which has resulted from her becoming a massage teacher has been her incorporation of stomach massage on occasion into our sessions this year. She asked me if I would feel comfortable with her doing that type of work on me, which I agreed to, saying that I have had digestive issues in the past. She assured me that the sheet would remain draped over my stomach. The addition of her touching this area of my body was very stimulating and extremely intimate. I was anticipating the proximity of her hands to my cock. Indeed, when she was working my lower intestine, as I have something of a beer belly, her fingers were inches from my groin. The added motion of the sheets as she swirls around my stomach adds to this pleasure. This stomach work has usually occurred either after she has finished working on my face, or after she has finished working on my arms, but always before she begins working on my legs, which is when I routinely spring an erection. Some months she has left my stomach out of our session.

This past March, when I was on my yearly vacation without the wife, visiting my sister in the southeast, after relaxing on the beach with the spring breakers, I decided to splurge and get a massage. I knew none of the college girls would go for a guy with a wedding band! My sister would be tied up with work for a few days, so I did some research into local spas on her roommate's computer. I looked up the site for a spa I passed while I walked to the beach. At the bottom of the list of "Massage Therapies" which they offer was the "Massage a Trois". Their website described the experience as "an intensive massage performed by two therapists who synchronize a relaxing and deeply purifying massage. It is profoundly relaxing and deeply purifying."

Two therapists!!

Oh my. There was a 50 minute option and an 80 minute option listed. On their "Introduction" page, under "Spa Etiquette", the answer to the question "what should I wear during my treatment?" was that "most body treatments are enjoyed without clothing." I called and made an appointment for the 80 minute option, fantasizing about how deeply arousing this would be. I specifically requested that I wanted two women therapists.

My sister's boyfriend ended up calling me the morning of the day I had scheduled my massage, so he dropped me off at the door before he went to work. We joked that I was getting a massage from a male. I asked him not to mention my massage to my sister. I didn't tell him I was really getting a "Massage a Trois".

The spa provided a robe, towels, and even sandals. I stored my belongings in a locker and spent a little while enjoying their steam room before my "Massage a Trois".

Relaxing in the robe and sandals in the waiting area, I filled out a brief form about my medical history. I noticed there was no language which explicitly stated that this massage was "non-sexual", as my usual therapist's form did.

I then met my two therapists for the afternoon. I told them I get massages often, so they could feel free to deeply work on my body. They led me to their room, and left as I disrobed and got on the table face down. The blonde therapist would work on my upper body, at the same time the brunette would work on my lower body. I had originally though they would be parallel to each other, so that they would both work on my upper body or legs at the same time, but this was not the case.

The blonde therapist mentioned she was trained at the same school as my usual therapist back home. She folded the top half of the sheet down to the top of my ass. Meanwhile, the brunette therapist folded the sheet over to expose my left leg. However, instead of tucking the sheet under the left side of my waist, as in all of my previous massages, she folded it over my ass, completely exposing my left ass cheek!

I had never felt so exposed -- and I loved it!!

The brunette therapist bunched up the sheet around my balls. It felt like she was getting a few good feels of my balls in the process. The sheet was now basically covering only my right leg and right ass cheek. The blonde therapist, who had been trained at the same school as my usual therapist, was working the muscles of my right upper back very deeply with familiar strokes, only with warm oil instead of lotion. I am not sure where the brunette therapist trained, but her strokes were lighter, moving exquisitely slowly up my left leg, past my thigh, and up the full length of my entire left ass cheek with her oiled hands in one long, continuous stroke. I imagined that my usual therapist would probably love to drape only half my ass and be able to play with my entire exposed cheek. A little while into the "Massage a Trois", the blonde therapist asked how I felt. I said I was in heaven!!

The therapists switched sides, as the blonde focused on my left upper back, and the brunette exposed my entire right ass cheek, bunching up the sheet below my balls, letting her hand cup them a few times in the process. Then it came time to turn over onto my back. I wondered how much the brunette would expose?

I was startled when the blonde therapist folded back the sheet down past my stomach. No other draped massage had ever exposed my chest or stomach before. The blonde placed a hot washcloth over my face, and proceeded to massage my bare chest and stomach with oil. The brunette uncovered my left leg, and began her slow slide up my left leg with her oily hands.

The blonde removed the washcloth from my face, then lifted my head and began stretching my neck in ways which were similar to a chiropractor. This unusual method distracted me somewhat from the glacial progression of brunette therapist's hands towards my upper left thigh.

The blonde moved the sheet back over my stomach and chest, placing hot stones under each of my palms beneath the sheet. As the blonde therapist worked on my arms, the brunette therapist had switched to my right leg. I felt my cock start to harden, as I was more focused on the brunette's movements on my right leg than I had been when she was focused on my left.

As her hands reached my inner right thigh, I flexed my hard cock against the sheet. I heard some barely audible communication between the therapists. Did they notice my hard cock? They had to!! Were they happy that I was aroused?

The brunette turned her focus to my foot, as the brunette finished my right arm and hand.

The "Massage a Trois" was over. I accepted a glass of red wine from the brunette as I sat in the waiting room in my robe, which of course was added to my bill.

I came back home excited about my return to my usual therapist. I didn't tell her about the "Massage a Trois".

That was two months ago. During this month's massage, while I was on my back, my massage therapist again offered me her night mask, as the sun was pouring in the studio window. I gladly accepted, excited about the remainder of the session, as this was only the second time I got to wear the mask.

My cock was extremely hard as she finished her work on my right thigh, inches from the tent in the sheet. She worked on my right foot, then covered my right leg. I assumed the massage had ended, as all our previous sessions had.

Then it happened.

She moved to my right side and placed both of her hands on my stomach.

She was going to work on my stomach -- after working on my legs, and while I had a raging hardon like a flagpole in the middle of the sheet!!

Her hands lay motionless on my stomach for what seemed like several minutes, feeling my stomach move up and down with each breath. Was she looking at my cock? She certainly could have, since I was wearing her night mask.

She then started swirling her hands around my stomach, with more motion than previous sessions. The sheet slid across my swollen shaft.

Then I felt something bump against my cock head.

Was it her hand? Did she reach over and touch it?

Or was it her forearm, an accidental brush as she worked on my stomach?

She had to have seen it there, I was thrusting my cock in the air under the sheet, flexing it as she massaged my stomach. I don't think she could have bumped into it accidentally. She continued to work on my stomach as if she had not just made contact with my cock head through the sheet.

Then it was over. She ended the session at my feet by pulling the sheet taught against my body as usual. Was she looking at my erection again?

She softly told me to take a deep breath, then exhale, and that we were all set for today, and that she would meet me outside.

She was in the process of moving in with her boyfriend, and moving her massage studio to a new location next month.

What will happen during our next session? Will the new studio have a lot of sunlight, allowing for me to wear her mask again? Will she massage my stomach at the end of the session again, and touch my hard cock, even if only "accidentally"?

THE END

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Emily's First Crack At CFNM

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Emily just sat there dumbfounded, staring at the completely naked man posing in the center of the class. Now she knew why her oversexed roommate, Katie, suggested she accompany her to one of these open drawing studios. She had seen Katie's still-life drawings around the dorm room, and had commented that she wished she could draw like that. She should have known there were ulterior motives when Katie told her about this uninstructed drawing group, where she could try it out, and see if she liked it. She thought they would be drawing fruit, or plants, or something like that. She should have figured out that Katie, she of the different boy every night, she of the constant sex talk, would trick her into a situation like this, with a naked man, his... his... penis! (There, she formed the word in her mind) just hanging out for all to see.


She glanced over at Katie, who was looking right at her with a devious grin on her face. She noticed that Katie was sketching an extremely lifelike representation of the model's genitals, and nothing else. She gave Emily a wink, and went back to her sketching.

Emily managed to finally compose herself, and draw something of a stick figure on her sketchbook. By the end of the hour session, she had what she thought was a pretty good abstract of the body, with none of the "gory details" Katie had. The session monitor called time for the session, and Emily started to pack up. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Katie had gone up to the model stand, and was talking to the model, who hadn't had a chance to even get his robe on yet. At closer inspection, she could see what she was up to. The model stand was about two feet off the floor, and with Katie standing on the floor, she had a close up, unobstructed view of the man's crotch. "She's blatantly staring at it!" Katie thought to herself. Emily watched as Katie did her best flirting job, pouting her lips, crossing her arms, etc., but never stopped staring at it. She thought she saw it twitch a bit, but thought it was just her eyes. Eventually, she saw the model sort of hurriedly get his robe on, and depart to the changing room. Katie went back to get her stuff, a satisfied smirk on her face.


"So, did you have fun?" Katie asked Emily, as they left the building, and walked back to their room.


Emily punched at Katie, a little harder than playfully. "Thanks a lot!" she half-laughed, half-shouted. "Why is everything about sex with you? I was hoping not to see my first penis in a classroom."


"Are you serious!" Katie asked incredulously, "Oh, I am so sorry! I didn't know you had never seen one before!"


"That's OK," Emily said quietly, "I sort of liked it, after a while - the drawing that is. I might try that class some more, and sign up for some real classes next semester."


"Well, at least you got to see a good-sized one," Katie giggled, "It would have been too bad if he had a cocktail weenie."


"Wait, they vary in size that much?" Emily asked, "What is considered big?"


"You really don't know, do you? Well, from my up close inspection, he looked to be about 5 inches soft," Katie giggled, "which would probably give him 8 or 9 hard. That is pretty big. The biggest I've seen myself was around 11, but I've heard of guys with 13 or 14."


"Holy crap, they can be that big?" Emily gasped. "Do they all look like his, except for the size?"


"No, they come in all shapes and sizes, some thin, some thick, some dark, some curved," she laughed, "Every dick is different!


"We really need to do something about this," Katie continued, "We can't have you having a stroke every time you see some guy's cock!"


"What are you talking about?" Emily asked defiantly, "I already told you I am not going to have sex until I meet the right guy."


"No, no!" Katie laughed, "I just want you to be able to see some different ones, maybe even touch them!" Katie smiled her mischievous best at that.


"How, pray tell, do you suggest I do that?" Emily queried, with a skeptical laugh, "Do you want me to just walk up to a bunch of guys and ask to see their - their dicks?" She whispered the last part, worried that people might be listening as they walked across the empty quad.


"I was thinking maybe I'd let you watch me with a few different guys," Katie said, matter-of-factly, "but that would take too long, even though it would be hot. I like your idea better!"


"Are you nuts?" Emily shouted, "First of all, I was kidding. Second, what guy would just be willing to whip it out on request?"


"Just about every guy on campus would!" Katie giggled, "You're gorgeous, Emily, much better looking than me, and I bet I could get just about any guy around here to get naked for me, easy. You saw what I did to that model today, and he was probably in his thirties. All I had to do was flirt a little and stare at his package, and he was getting hard."


"He was?" Emily asked, mouth agape, "I didn't see that..."


"Yeah, he rushed off in his robe before anyone could see it," Katie pouted, "Bummer..."


"So, what are you suggesting?" Emily asked, "And do you really think I'm gorgeous? You are much prettier than I am." Emily was flattered that Katie said she was gorgeous, especially since she thought Katie was the best-looking girl she had ever seen. She even caught herself staring a bit at Katie when she wasn't looking.


"You are a total babe!" Katie assured her, "Every guy on this campus totally checks you out every day.


"I know what we can do! We can have a CFNM party!" Katie nearly shouted, "Maybe some of the other girls would even come!"


"What's CFNM?"


"Clothed Female, Nude Male. The girls stay dressed, and the guys get naked and wait on them and stuff."


"Are you joking? I still don't know about any of this..."


"Don't worry, it's settled. I'll set it all up," Katie said, and the conversation was over. They continued walking back to the dorms, in relative quiet the rest of the way.


A few days later, Emily had almost forgotten about the whole CFNM thing, when Katie called her on her cell phone.


"Were all set to go for Friday night," she said, "I've got 5 guys of various shapes and sizes all lined up!" Emily could almost hear triumphant laughter in Katie's voice over the phone.


"So, we are really going to do this?" Emily wondered, "I mean, I don't know..."


"Just relax and have fun with it, you prude!" Katie cackled, "Amy and Cassie will be there too, and we're all going to have a blast. I won't tell anyone that you have only seen one penis in your life. Alright?"


"Um, if you say so," Emily stammered. She couldn't believe that this was really happening.


"It will be in Cassie's room down the hall, since they have that little suite with the living room." Katie told her, "7 o'clock sharp!"


Emily arrived at Cassie's room Friday night at 7:00 PM. She could hear some laughing behind the door as she knocked. The door opened and she saw a boy she recognized; it was Mark from her Philosophy class, and she was relieved to see that everyone was still dressed.


"Oh, hi Emily!" Mark smiled, "Come on and join the party." Emily had always liked Mark; he was a sweet kid, and had a really cute smile.


"Hi Mark," Emily sort of stammered, "Are you going to be..."


"...naked?" Mark finished, "Yeah, Katie made it sound like a lot of fun. What's not to like about getting naked for some gorgeous ladies like you?" He smiled that smile again, and led her into the room.


Emily saw Katie, Cassie and Amy sitting on the couch. They were munching on popcorn, and sipping light beers, while they chatted with 4 other boys, who thankfully were all wearing clothes.


"Hey, she's here!" Cassie said loudly, " We can get started! Emily, take a seat." She pointed to an unoccupied chair next to the couch, and Emily sat.


"OK, OK, let's go, line up boys," Katie said, clapping her hands together. "Here are the rules. One, all men must remain totally naked for the entire party. Two, all women must remain dressed for the entire party, and men may not ask women to remove any clothing. Three, all men must respond to any command given by any woman, without hesitation. Four, men may not touch women unless asked to do so. Five, women are allowed to touch men in any way that they wish.


"Are we clear on all the rules?" Katie asked, and all the boys nodded. "Alright then, male number one, please step to the center of the room, and remove your clothes."


A tall, thin, blonde boy named Eric that Emily did not recognize stepped forward, and undressed. He had a very trim body, and was quite tan, with a light fuzz of blonde hairs all over his chest, arms and legs. Emily could not help staring as he slid down his loose boxers, and revealed his white tan line and his manhood. It was thinner than the model's from the other day, and there was light blonde hair that sort of framed his penis and testicles, which seemed quite large to Emily.


"Very good. Stand along the wall," Katie ordered. "Male number two, come forward and strip."


Mark stepped forward. He looked at Emily and smiled again. He started to remove his clothes, and Emily noticed that he was quite well muscled, what the girls called a "swimmer's build". He had no hair whatsoever on his chest, and was very well defined. He was wearing those tight UnderArmour boxer briefs, and filled them out nicely. As he rolled them down slowly, Emily noticed that he had no tan line at all, and just a small wisp of dark hair on his lower abdomen. She heard Amy gasp as he slid them the rest of the way off, and his enormous dick flopped out. Emily gaped as she looked at it. He had to be 8 inches long, and he was totally soft, as it swung lazily side-to-side as he stepped out of his briefs. She looked up from his package, and saw him looking right at her, and she blushed.


"Wow, where have you been hiding that thing?" Katie asked. "No matter, along the wall. Male number three!"


The remaining three boys did the same, and stripped for the girls. Emily was amazed to see how strikingly different all of them were down there. Some hairy, some not, some short and thick, some long and thin. And their balls too; some of them hung way down, and some were up tight against their bodies. Mark was clearly the biggest all around, and his cock and balls hung almost obscenely in front of him. Emily caught herself staring at his endowment a number of times, and she caught him staring at her legs almost as many times.


All five boys were lined up along the wall, awaiting their orders. Katie stood and walked in front of them, back and forth, and stopped. "Number four, step forward, hands behind your back!"


The fourth guy was named Paul, who was the shortest of the group, height wise, with dark Latin features. Katie walked over to him, and took his soft penis in her hand, and lifted it up, uncovering his balls, which were good sized, with a light covering of dark hair. She took his balls in the other hand, and bounced them about lightly on her palm. "OK, back in line," Katie said, and he returned to the wall.


"All of you will submit to similar inspections immediately upon request of any woman, is that clear?" Katie asked the assembled boys, who all nodded. "Good. Now, all of you go to the kitchen, and get us food and drinks." With that, they were off, dicks bobbing and swinging on the way.


The girls started to enjoy themselves, and had the guys running, getting them more drinks and snacks. They mostly chatted about girl stuff, ignoring the boys, until they had a few drinks in them. Then they started getting more forward, making the guys pose for them, and do silly things like jumping jacks, or making them bend over and show them their asses, and the like.


Emily found herself watching the other girls more than anything else. Katie was in all her glory, inspecting every boy every chance she got, and swatting each of them on the behind each time she was done with them for whatever task she had them doing. Cassie had boy "number three", a cute redhead named Ryan, sitting in her lap, feeding her grapes. Amy was showing a bit of a wild side that Emily didn't know about. She was using boy number five, a cute boy named John that Emily recognized from her physics class, as a footrest, while she pulled and stretched at Eric's penis and balls aimlessly, testing their resilience. He was gritting his teeth, but seemed to be enjoying himself. Emily was shocked at their brazen behavior, as she sat back in her chair watching it all.


"Can I help you with anything?" Emily heard next to her. She snapped out of her daze, and turned her head to see Mark's huge penis hanging down in front of her face. She felt her face warm with blush as she quickly looked up at him smiling down at her.


"Oh, hi Mark," Emily said, embarrassed, "Don't worry, I won't be mean like them. If you'd rather go over with the sexy girls, I understand."


"What are you talking about?" Mark asked, "You are the sexiest girl in this room, Emily. I wouldn't have come her if I didn't know you were going to be around."


"Oh, you're too sweet," Emily replied, "I just don't know about all of this. I mean, you guys are all naked!" As she said this she sort of gestured at Mark's dick, which was still right in front of her.


"Actually, I am enjoying it. I've been a swimmer all my life, so I've been walking around in those tiny Speedo suits, and this isn't much different. I pose once in a while for drawing classes and stuff like that, that's why I shave down there, and tan naked, so I don't have the tan lines everyone else does." He laughed, "Also, I guess I'm sort of an exhibitionist, because I like showing off and stuff."


"Has it always been so, you know, so big?" Emily asked. She was starting to relax, what with Mark being so nice. "I mean, you are huge!"


"Yeah, I've always been big. When I was younger, I was really embarrassed, because none of the other kids at swimming were so big, and I thought I looked funny. After I got older, I noticed the other kids' sisters and mothers sorta staring and stuff, so I started wearing the smaller suits, and wearing them tighter and stuff. It was really a turn-on, and they couldn't help staring, sort of like you were doing earlier."


"Oh, I'm sorry," Emily said, blushing again, "I just haven't seen too many, and never so big."


"No problem; it doesn't bother me. Besides, I don't know how I learn anything in Philosophy, because I can't help staring at your legs all the time." He smiled, and said, "You can touch it, if you want to."


"I don't know," Emily whispered. Then she looked around at the other girls. Amy was stroking at Eric's now erect member, while John was massaging her feet. Cassie was now spanking Ryan over her knee, and Paul was brushing Katie's long golden hair, while she fondled his balls and hardening cock. "Oh, why not?"


She reached out tentatively, and rubbed her hand over Mark's penis. It was soft and smooth. She wrapped her fingers around it, and pulled lightly, and Mark's whole body moved toward her. She liked that, so she did it again. She was amazed at the weight of the thing in her hand, and lifted it up, revealing his huge, loose sack. She cupped her other hand over his balls, and felt the heft there as well. They were smooth and hairless, and she gave them a light squeeze, at which Mark groaned a bit. She felt his penis twitch a bit, and start to get thicker.


"Do it like this," Mark spoke up, and put his hand over her tiny one. He started slowly sliding her hand up and down his hardening shaft. He kept getting bigger, so she started using both hands, which still didn't seem like enough. She loved the way he felt, like steel wrapped in baby smooth skin, and how she felt like she had complete control of him through his cock.


She started to get a strange feeling, and looked around. Everyone else had stopped what they were doing and were watching her stroke Mark. She abruptly let go, and his cock shot up so it was pointing at the ceiling. "Sorry, did I do something wrong?" Emily asked.


"No, on the contrary, you gave me an idea," Katie answered, "It is clear that we are done drinking and eating for now, so I think its time for a little game. Males line up against the wall again."


All five boys lined up against the wall. They all now had erections by this time. Emily noticed the extreme differences in all their cocks even more now. She was actually starting to enjoy this.


"Now, the game is played as follows," Katie stated, "All five of you are to masturbate for us. The last one of you to cum gets to choose one of us to finish you off with a hand-job. Simple enough? OK, then, start stroking!"


The boys all started to stroke themselves, to the girls' enjoyment. Amy was actually cheering them on exuberantly. Cassie and Emily just stared quietly at the row of hard cocks being stroked. Katie just smiled and watched.


Eric was the first to go. He didn't stand a chance after the workout Amy had already given his poor cock. He grunted loudly as cum dribbled out over his hands and balls. Amy whistled and clapped. Emily sort of gaped at he first sight of cum. She had expected it to be whiter, and thicker, for some reason.


Paul started to pant heavily, and the girls knew he would be next. Three of four streams of his jism shot out of his dick and splashed onto the carpet, and he was done. Emily was shocked that it shot out as far as it did, was that normal? Amy and Cassie howled their approval, as Katie still just sat back, drinking it all in, and watching Emily's reactions. She knew it was in the bag, and that Emily had more waiting for her than she bargained for.


John and Ryan weren't too much later, and they came almost simultaneously. Ryan sort of called out as he climaxed, spraying his cum all over. John was much quieter, just sort of gasping a little bit, but he came in large, wet gobs that shot halfway across the room, nearly hitting Amy on the leg. Katie grinned deviously as she stepped forward, declaring Mark the winner by grabbing and raising his big, hard cock, like a referee would raise a fighter's arm. Hell, the thing was almost as big as her arm, so why not?


"Mark, you are our Grand Champion," she said, "and you can choose any of the women to provide you with your prize."


"I choose Emily," he said.


Emily was shocked; he chose her over all these other sexpots? She didn't even know what she was doing. She shook her head no, but the girls all started chanting her name, and picked her up and pushed her towards Mark and his giant erection. She knelt next to him, and looked closely at it. It twitched softly, and she couldn't help herself. She reached out, and wrapped her little hand around Mark's cock, and started stroking, while the girls cheered wildly.


Mark groaned quietly as Emily stroked him up and down. Her tiny hand looked almost comical wrapped around his massive tool, but she did her best. "Mark, I just love the way you feel in my hand," she blurted out, almost surprising herself, "Your cock is just the hottest thing I've ever seen."


Mark grunted out, "Mmmm, yes, keep stroking that way. Your legs are so hot, I want to cum on them. Can I do that?"


"Oh, yes, Mark, I want to see you cum. Go ahead, cum all over my legs, Mark. Let me see that big dick shoot." She couldn't believe she was hearing herself say these things.


"Oh, Emily, yes, that's it, here I cum, baby"


With that, Emily felt Mark's cock start to pulse in her hand, and a huge rope of cum shot up into the air, splashing down on the floor next to her. Mark wrapped his hand around hers, and pointed it down at her legs as a second rope of jism shot out, hitting her on the outer thigh. She could not believe the force of it hitting her leg, and it splashed and ran all over her leg. More cum barreled out, hitting her all over he gorgeous, lean legs. Finally, the spasms slowed, and less and less cum dripped out of Mark's spent penis, dribbling over Emily's small fingers.

She let go of him, and his cock dropped and hit his thigh with a bit of a wet splash. Without even thinking about it, Emily licked at her fingers, tasting Mark's seed on her tongue. It was salty, but tasted far better than she expected. In fact, she sort of liked it.


"Thank you," Mark whispered, and leaned down and kissed Emily on the forehead, "That was great, Emily. I knew you'd do a good job, that's why I knew I was going to pick you when I won."


"Wait, how did you know you were going to win?" Emily asked, feeling confused.


"Well, I'm sort of good at making it last a long time, because I have to a lot. See, I make solo masturbation videos once in a while for this company called Campus Studs, so I have to make it last a long time for the videos. I guess practice makes perfect, y'know?" He said, "I thought you all knew that, because Katie mentioned it when she asked me to the party. I thought my secret was out, so when I heard you'd be there..."


"No, I didn't know, and Katie never mentioned it, DID YOU KATIE?" Emily stormed out of the room, cum still dripping down her leg, and ran back to her room, slamming the door.


Soon after, there was a knock on the door, and Katie and Mark, now dressed, came in. Everyone else had gone home to their dorm rooms.


"Emily, we are so sorry, I didn't realize you'd be hurt by my little prank," Katie pleaded.


"Yes, and I didn't even know it was a prank; I thought Katie was giving you a surprise or something," Mark continued, "She never told me that you didn't know, or that you guys didn't do this all the time."


"I guess it's OK," Emily responded, "I definitely did have fun, and I was able to try some new things."


"Thanks," Katie said, and gave Emily a hug, "You know how much I love my roomie. I'd never hurt you intentionally."


"I know," Emily replied, "but what type of punishment can I dole out on you two?" She thought for a minute, and smiled a devious grin, not too much unlike the ones Katie seemed to like so much.


"Get undressed, both of you..."


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An Adventure Into CFNM Ch. 8

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"Even if I don't have sex with him, I want to play with it, you know, play around with that big dick of his," she said. "It's so big and floppy. Even when it's soft, it's still bigger than yours is when it's hard. I mean, the thing almost hangs to his knees." Donna glanced out over the pool, admiring the view of three more newcomers to the party, all of which - although not nearly as hung as Derek - had impressive-sized cocks.

"Do you mind if I stroke my dick when you're talking about him?" Kevin asked. Donna was kind of getting tired of talking to her small-dicked ex, but didn't want to leave him without him getting to shoot off a second time.

"Go ahead," she said with a sigh. "Just watch where it goes." Donna took a deep breath, and began what she hoped was a final few sentences to get Kevin off.

"He said that once during a track meet, his dick got free and was hanging down the inside of his leg," Donna said with a laugh. "I mean, can you imagine? Your dick being so big you can't even fit it inside your shorts? God, I want that guy." Kevin moaned quite audibly, loud enough that three women a few feet away started cheering for him to stand and shoot his load. The three women were well into their 30's, enjoying the view of a naked 19-year-old playing with himself. Kevin didn't disappoint them, and got up and let a sizeable amount of come spurt from his cock and land nearly five feet out in front of him.

Donna, knowing she was done with Kevin for the night, walked over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, as if to say there were no longer any hard feelings about their breakup, that she was glad she could entertain him with her stories of her new man.

"Thank you so much Donna for chatting with me," said Kevin, out of breath. "You know I wouldn't mind if I could watch you jerk him off sometime." Donna just rolled her eyes at that one and started to walk away, but already began to think how funny that scene would be, getting it on with the enormously-hung Derek while a man of such modest size looks on. She didn't consider the possibility of that scenario out of the question.

She smiled, and decided it was time to go to bed. The games she played with Derek, and the teasing game she played with Kevin, had worn her out. On her way inside, she said hello to the three new men at the party, measured their dicks just for the hell of it, and even got one of their phone numbers. But he would be dealt with later. She had something much bigger on her mind, that something bigger being Derek's cock. She needed the rest for her upcoming date with him, a date she had no idea would go so far.

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"I knew now that Ms. Barnes was definitely interested, but would she get with me? I mean, a teacher having an affair with her student?" Derek said. "I finished my problem at the board, but another problem awaited me - figuring out how I would get Ms. Barnes to see my piece."

"Why didn't you just take her to South Beach?" asked Jamie laughingly.

"Believe me, it crossed my mind," Derek said. Donna crossed her legs, rubbed her inner thigh to turn Derek on a bit and make him go on with his story.

"Well, weeks went by, and Ms. Barnes always kind of felt uneasy around me, like she really wanted to say something about the little episodes at the chalk board and at her desk but she was too scared to mention them," Derek explained. "Before I knew it, there was only one week of class left before graduation, one week left for me to get with this really hot teacher I had been fantasizing about since the first day of school. I decided I was going to take a risk.

"I decided," he said. "To have some naked pictures taken of myself and leave them in an envelope on Ms. Barnes' desk."

"Oh my God. Did you do it?" asked Donna.

"Well, of course," replied the horse-hung gentleman. "I went to a professional photographer - it was a male, if it was a female, that might have led to a whole other affair - and had them done. I made sure to get just about every pose of myself, and my dick was visible in every photo. There were pictures of me standing straight up with my big dick just hanging down, side-view pictures of me stroking it to full mast, pictures of my lying down and it resting on my chest - I had a ton of photos taken, 36 in all. And, like I planned, I put them in a brown envelope with Ms. Barnes' name on the front of it and I left it on her desk the last day of class. This way, what did I have to lose? I would have already graduated by the time I could get in trouble for doing it. Inside the envelope with the photos was a letter, very nicely written I may add, just saying to Ms. Barnes that I really wanted her to see me nude, and if that she was offended to simply forget I ever left the package on her desk. But, how could she ever forget the photos I left her? I also wrote in the letter how beautiful I thought she was, that she was the sexiest, most enticing female I had ever laid eyes on. This was before I met you though, Donna," said Derek, scoring points with the young girl.

"Well, what happened?" Jamie asked, prompting Derek to continue.

"I left the package there, like I said, and I couldn't wait to hear from her. See, in the letter I left my address, so I expected a letter from her right away. I was so fucking excited. I'll admit I had to jerk off a few times every day just thinking about that tight-ass hot teacher bitch looking, and staring, at those photos of mine. But damn it, no letter came. I waited and waited, rushed out to the mail box every day the week, and second week, and third week after graduation, but no letter came. I was really bummed. I thought either she though I was just some perverted asshole, or that she was too scared to act on her feelings and actually write me back. Jesus, she wasn't even my teacher anymore though," Derek said.

"But then, one afternoon when I was just lounging, watching television, my mom tossed a letter into my lap while I was sitting on the couch, and said 'there's a letter for you, but no return address.' God, was I hoping it was a letter from Ms. Barnes. I took it in my hand, and sure enough it was her handwriting on the envelope. I quickly told my mom I had to be alone for a little while in my room. I felt the envelope in my hands for a few moments, noticing that there were at least two or three sheets of paper inside - she must have liked the photos, or else why would she write so much? I though to myself. I pulled my pants down to my ankles, started stroking my big cock, and began to read the letter." Derek then recalled, almost word-for-word, the letter that Ms. Barnes had mailed to him, a letter that for the past four years Derek had often read to himself whenever he felt the need to get turned on.

Ms. Barnes' letter, preserved in a folder underneath his mattress at home, read...

Dearest Derek,

I am sorry it took me so long to write you back. My tardiness was due not to a lack of interest, but just to the time-consuming work I have been so busy with. God, can you believe all the papers you guys had to so in recent weeks? It's unbelievable. It has been up to me to grade all of those things, and believe me, it takes a while. Thank you so much for your compliments - I get them all the time but never do I get them in such an eloquent fashion. Being told I am beautiful gets kind of old, but the words you used to admire me were so sweet and touching.

Well, enough small talk.

Your pictures.

Wow.

I don't even know where to begin. First let me say that I am not offended that you sent them to me, if that was your primary concern. I am not going to tell on you or anything - besides, you are an 18-year-old man and I am a 22-year-old woman. I don't think there is anything wrong with you offering some views of your body to me.

I must say that your body is impressive - your pecs and abs and those bulging biceps of yours are the kind I find myself often staring at the beach.

I love muscular men!

But, let's talk about your body from the waist down now.

Um, hmmm. As you can see, I am speechless.

The real reason I wrote you back Derek is that I am very interested in the size of your penis. I never knew a guy could have one that big!

I will admit the day I saw your bulge, I became very interested.

Just how big is it? Do you measure it a lot? How did it get so big? Do all the men in your family have huge, well you know, dicks?

I would rather say dick when talking about your thing - saying penis sounds so clinical, like I'm still trying to be your teacher or something.

Are you in the Guinness Book of World Records? And don't just take that as flattery. Seriously, are you in the Guinness Book of World Records?

Do you have huge balls? I was wondering if a guy that has a big dick has huge balls too. Do you have a nickname, like horse or donkey or something?

How far does your schlong hang down when it's soft? In the pictures you sent me, it was hanging down really far. Is it always like that? How big is it just when it's limp? I bet your dick, even in its flaccid state, is twice as big as most men's erect dicks. And my God Derek, did you have to tease me that one day by wearing those skimpy little shorts? Like you had any intention of that big thing really fitting inside those.

Anyway, didn't mean to go on a tangent about your dick, but it does fascinate me. A 22-year-old woman who has to teach calculus at a private school doesn't get to see a lot of such things.

In response to your question about us meeting again, I would love to. I must tell you though, I do have a boyfriend, a very serious boyfriend who I have been dating for the past year.

I do love him and would never cheat on him, but I don't think just looking at your dick would hurt anybody. Why don't you meet me at school Friday, and yes I would love for you to be totally naked in my presence.

Love, Carrie

"Wow, she signed it as Carrie, not Ms. Barnes huh you big stud," said Donna.

"Yep," he replied, "and the biggest turn-on of it was that she had me meet her at school - now empty for the summer - and not at her apartment, to avoid her boyfriend ever walking in on us. Just like in class, she sat on that desk of hers, but I got to sit in her chair, all of my clothes off, and a bobbing, 13-inch erection engorged in her view.

"She had me stroke it for her, and then she took it into her hands for a while. She would stop just before I would come, though, not wanting to go that far. But that was about to change. I begged her to sit on my lap, and after literally getting down on my hands and knees and begging her to do so, she sat on my lap in her chair. My dick was so big that the head of it stuck out from underneath her crotch, but the top side of the shaft was right on target with her you know what."

"You can say it," said Jamie, giving Derek permission.

"Well, with her pussy," he continued. "She wore the same outfit she wore that day she saw my bulge up at the blackboard, her body beginning to rock back and forth on my dick. She started talking dirty, like 'ohhh, let me ride that horsie,' and 'oh, make it bigger, keep it nice and big.' I was just about to come but she in fact beat me too it. The soft sensation of her panties on my dick changed to a warm, wet gush drenching through her panties and lubricating my shaft. She started grinding really hard on my lap, her whole body starting to shake and buck. My former teacher was having an orgasm."

"What did you do?" asked Jamie, even more turned on now.

"Well, I was just about to come when she decided to get up off me," he said. "I really didn't mean too - I swear - but I shot one of my biggest loads ever right onto that hot, black top she was always wearing. Just jets of come shooting out onto her stomach. I couldn't help it. She was in the line of fire. I think at that point, she felt really, really dirty."

"Okay, okay, I came," she admitted, almost screaming. "But....that doesn't mean we just had sex. I was just looking, that's all, just looking. Now go, get the hell out here." I was kind of amused at her being so flustered, her feeling so guilty she had just cheated on her boyfriend.

"God, you got that sticky stuff all over my skirt - look at this!" she screamed. Carrie was right - her black top was ruined, stained with a heavy showering of my come.

"Don't be mad at me," I said, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not mad at you, it's just you tricked me into fooling around with you, and now I feel fucking guilty about cheating on Kurt," the teacher said.

"I felt really bold at this moment, and I just blurted out 'Same time next week?'" Carrie knew exactly what I meant. Even though she felt guilty, she wanted our meetings to be much more frequent.

"Okay, okay. But no grinding next time," she said.

"I saw her about five more times after that, until I went away to college. Can you believe she wrote to me at school that whole next year, probably while she was supposed to be teaching," Derek said. "We never grinded again, but she did jerk me off a few times. Of course, when I came, and came a lot I might add, she would be like 'Oh, you scumball. What are you doing? I have a boyfriend.' And then she would want to play with my balls a few minutes after feeling so guilty."

"Women," Donna said laughingly.

"Yes, women," Derek said. "Can't live with them and they can't resist a foot-long dick."

"A 13-inch dick that is," Donna said matter-of-factly. Donna began to imagine that she was that teacher, that she was the one rocking back and forth on Derek's big dick and coming almost in unison with this extraordinary individual. She wouldn't need to be a teacher to live out this fantasy, she would soon find out. The three chatted for a few more moments before Derek had to leave to go home and get some sleep before going to work the next morning. It was already 4 a.m. He made a date with Donna for the next afternoon, and he got dressed and was escorted to his car by the 18-year-old brunette.

They kissed on the lips, a soft kiss, and he departed.

Donna decided to hang out a little bit at the party before going to bed. She didn't mind the idea of seeing a few more dicks, even though she knew none would match the size of her boyfriend to-be.

She eyed an open seat near the pool, one that would give her the perfect view of every man, and his dick, that were attending the party. Upon walking over to that seat, the 18-year-old's arm was grabbed by her cousin, and Donna was escorted over to a quiet spot near the pool.

"Kevin is here," Jamie whispered.

"Kevin, Kevin who?" asked Donna.

"Your ex-boyfriend, Kevin?" said Jamie, holding a ruler in her hand. Donna's mouth dropped open. The young girl was shocked. Kevin had been a former boyfriend of hers during her final year of high school, a boy she dated for only a few weeks, a boy with straight A's and popularity. She met him at a party at Jamie's, a party where the guys actually had clothes on. He was a close friend of Jamie's, and Donna, attracted to him almost right away, thought he was cute, and began a relationship with him with a deep kiss that suggested they would be together for a while. Two weeks later, however, Donna found out Kevin had cheated on her, had given a so-called friend of Donna's the same deep kiss she was so turned on by. Donna broke up with Kevin without hesitation.

The young girl cried on the phone with Jamie the night of the breakup and told her how betrayed she felt, how her bad experience with Kevin made her not even want to date a guy any time soon.

Jamie vowed that they would one day get even with Kevin. It turned out that now was the time.

"Why the hell did you invite him?" Donna said, obviously irritated.

"Because," Jamie said with a laugh. "You can get even with him. You can tease him about his size." Donna glanced down at the ruler Jamie was holding, and it registered in her young mind that her cousin must have measured Kevin, and it must have been found that Kevin didn't quite measure up, so to speak.

"Why would he come here though?" Donna asked Jamie, wondering aloud how Kevin would walk into a trap so easily.

"Well, he wants you to tease him," Jamie said with a laugh. "The asshole actually likes to be degraded by women.

"He would actually like me teasing him about his dick size?" Donna asked.

"Yes, of course. He gets off on it," Jamie said, speaking from experience. "You were his dream girl, and he told me that when you broke up with him, it broke his heart, but seeing you get with other guys is an extreme turn-on for him." Donna sighed, and then spoke.

"Okay," she said. "If he likes me to treat him like shit, fine. I will oblige him." The 18-year-old pulled her bikini top down a little lower on her bulging breasts, wanting to tease her ex with their enticing size and shape. She walked over slowly to where Kevin was standing, her hands seductively rubbing her backside, to accent just how well-rounded and tight her ass was, an ass that had just about every man eyeing Donna from the waist down. It would take quite a cute ass for a man to stare at anything but her large breasts, and Donna did indeed have a cute ass.

"Hey, Kevin, what's up?" Donna said.

"Well, my dick," said her ex, standing up straight and tall and bulging out his chest to try to show off his average four-inch erection.

"Yeah, but not up that much, huh? God, I'm glad I broke up with you," she said with a laugh. "You've got a really small dick." Kevin's face turned bright red, but suddenly a strange feeling of erotic enjoyment was forming in his stomach, just above that tiny dick of his. He didn't like that Donna wasn't turned on by the sight of his naked manhood, but even more turned on that she made fun of it.

"I'll admit. I am kind of average," Kevin said.

"No. I didn't say average," she stressed. "I said small. You have a small dick. There is a difference between average. Average is maybe five, six or seven inches. Yours is what, four at the most? That is small. You have a small dick. Not an average dick. A small dick." Kevin's small dick was as big as it could possibly be now, veins bulging out at the sides to the amusement of the mocking Donna.

"Ahhh, isn't that cute. It's like you have a little boner," she said, staring at his equipment.

"I bet you might shoot a little load now too to go with it." Kevin wanted so badly to reach down and start stroking his manhood, with Donna watching, but resisted the urge at least for the moment. Donna walked over to one of the chairs on the patio, sat down, crossed her perfectly-tanned legs and held a cold glass of iced tea on her thigh. Condensation had formed on the outer surface of the glass, and it rolled down onto the leg of the teenage girl. She rubbed the moisture into her thigh, emphasizing to Kevin just how soft and luxurious it was. He could only dream of touching it, of caressing it.

"So, Donna, I heard you hit it off with a guy named Derek," he said. Donna sighed, as if to say Kevin should mind his own business for his own good. She enjoyed hurting his feelings, but telling him of Derek's size might take it a bit too far.

"Yeah," she said. "Nice guy. Some college guy. I got his number." Donna laughed to herself out loud, thinking not only did she have his phone number, but also another number of his, as in 13. Kevin had been told by Jamie that Donna had met Derek on the beach, and was very attracted to the size of his penis. Kevin was extremely turned on by this, and wanted desperately to hear Donna speak of Derek.

"Anything different about him?" Kevin asked. "I mean, like Jamie told me there was something different about him." Donna smiled.

"Dude, I don't think you want to know," she said.

"No, tell me," Kevin replied. "Come on, Donna, just tell me. I want to hear about it." To tease him even more, Donna rolled her hand through her soft, brown hair, and cupped her mouth to his ear. She wanted to whisper to him in a sexy fashion.

"The guy's got the biggest schlong in the world," Donna said. Kevin's dick had had enough. Hearing his cute ex-girlfriend, a girl that wasn't even aloud out past 11 p.m. just months earlier, say schlong was all too much a turn-on, and his dick shot out a big glob of come without him even touching his tiny dick. The load was more impressive than his dick size, and nearly hit Donna's leg. God only knows what Donna would have done if she had been hit by it.

"Jesus Christ, would you watch it?" she said. "I can't believe you shot off! Dude, I'll talk to you if it turns you on, and I'll tell you how small your dick is, but don't shoot a load on me!"

"I'm sorry, Donna, I'm sorry," he said, squeezing the rest of his load from his dick. "You are just so fucking hot, and hearing you talk dirty just gets me. Please, continue about Derek."

"The guy is hung," Donna continued. "He's got the biggest dick I've ever seen."

"Just how big?" Kevin asked, already stroking a second erection. It hadn't taken him long to get a second wind.

"I measured him at 13 and a quarter inches," Donna said in an exact manner.

"You measured him?" asked Kevin, getting even more aroused.

"Yeah, of course," she replied. "It was kind of tough because we only had one of those 12-inch wooden rulers. I had to put the end of the ruler against his stomach, like where the base of his cock starts, and then lie it against his shaft. Then, I had to put my thumb where the ruler ended, keep it there, and then start the ruler at that spot and measure the rest of his shaft."

"Over 13 inches?" Kevin asked, wondering to himself how sexy it would be to see Donna jerking a guy off with a cock that large.

"I didn't think guys could have dicks that big," Donna explained. "It was so funny when I met him at the beach. He kept getting a boner, and every time he did, he would grab it, pull it out, and then let it go to make it slap against his belly. When he got up, it just kind of bobbed out in front of him. His dick is so fucking big. It's like a horse's dick."

"So I guess women do like big ones," Kevin said.

"I know I do," Donna said with conviction. "I'm still kind of up in the air if I want to have sex with him though." Donna had told Kevin when they dated that she would wait until she was married to have sex, but wanted to tease Kevin by saying she might indeed break the rules just to have sex with Derek. She never would have broken the rules for Kevin.

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With his horse dick fully erect and bobbing out in front of him, Derek asked the fully-clothed Donna "Is she serious about me keeping this hard-on?" pointing to his oversized rod. "I don't want to scare any of the women."

"Well, what do you intend we do about it?" asked Donna, hoping Derek would jerk off for her again.

"Well," began Derek. "I need to make it go down, and the only way to do that is to, you know, jerk off."

"Well, be my guest," Donna said.

"With you watching?" asked Derek, getting turned on even more.

"Of course. You did it for me at the beach today, remember?" Donna said. "Is your memory going bad or something? Is that big dick of yours using up all your blood and not enough isn't getting to your brain?"

"I remember, I remember," Derek said. "It's just I feel weird doing it in somebody's house." Donna was getting impatient. She wanted desperately to see Derek furiously wack off that big pecker in her presence, but she decided to give him further incentive.

"I'll start you off," she said. The brunette walked over and placed her right hand around Derek's engorged member, noticing the thickness of its head.

"Oh, is that where the term dick head comes from?" she asked. "I mean I never realized that."

"I think it is," said Derek. "You like mine?"

Donna smiled, and said "of course I do. God, it's so big, almost as big as my fist," she said. Donna eyed the head of Derek's giant cock very closely, wondering how a woman could even fit that part, let alone the shaft, inside her. She began stroking Derek's huge prick, noticing how strong it was in her grip, almost like a tree trunk. The bulging veins along its mighty shaft became even more visible, her right hand stroking back and forth, back and forth.

"Your dick is so damn big. Like a baseball bat," Donna mumbled. Derek was getting closer, and when he felt that he was going to shoot his load, he grabbed Donna and pulled her to his side. Thick, white come started gushing from his prick, shooting out in thick ropes right onto Jamie's neatly-vacuumed floor.

"I won't say anything if you won't," Donna said laughingly, rubbing the liquid into the carpet with her cute little foot. Donna then took Derek by the hand and led him out to the patio. There were five women in attendance, all in hot bathing suits and all with killer legs and large breasts just like Donna. It didn't take long for him to hear the first shout, coming from a woman in her early twenties standing about 10 feet away.

"Look at the size of that guy's schlong!" the voice screamed. Women came flocking over, all staring at Derek's donkey dick. Had he not come just moments earlier, he would have gotten erect right away, the feeling of having five women staring right at his crotch. The scene itself was arousing enough to just look at - five stark naked men walking around a patio filled with five fully-clothed women in enticing outfits - but the language that was heard at this scene was even more provacative. It was as if everything here was dictated, and controlled, by the women - the conversation, the jokes, the games, and especially the men.

"Okay, okay, first, the rules," Jamie announced to the crowd. She actually had these rules written down, rules that had not been just made up out of pure fancy, but rules that had stood for many years at these gatherings. Jamie enjoyed CFNM even before the term existed.

"The obvious first," she said. "All men have to be naked and the women must remain fully clothed. All men present," she continued, reading right from her booklet, "must obey the women at all times. Men must make their bodies fully visible to women. Absolutely no hiding behind chairs. All men must make sure every woman is given a very close-up view of his dick.

"To do this, you are to make the rounds. Every man must introduce himself to every woman, and let her comment on the size of his dick. Women may make jokes about his dick being small or big, and are encouraged to reach out and fondle his dick or balls. And fellas, if a women asks you to jerk off for her, you better do it. If you don't you will be asked to leave and won't be aloud to return.

"It is encouraged that slang terms for the penis be used as much as possible by both men and women. Absolutely no slang terms for the female anatomy are aloud. If a man even utters the P word, he will be kicked in the balls by the woman who hears him say it." Donna looked down at Derek's crotch, but couldn't see his balls. His dick covered them up.

"Guess you have protection," Donna said to Derek with a laugh.

"Oh, no, that goes for you too, Derek," Jamie teased. "I'll have one girl hold up that dick of yours and another kick you in the balls." Derek would make sure to obey the rules to avoid any problems.

"First up is the measuring game," Jamie announced. "Each woman here, find a man, and the one who gets the guy with the biggest dick is our winner." Donna was amused by this.

"Um, I think I have this one in the bag," she said to Derek. Each woman was given a tape measure - Jamie had used to hand out 12-inch rulers, but seeing how big Derek was forced her to run to the hardware store and pick up the industrial-sized measurement tools.

"Now, to make sure we all get accurate measurements, I will use Donny here as a sample," she said, taking the hand of one of the five men at the party.

"Now, you take the tape measure, reel out a foot or so - Donna, in your case, maybe two feet or so — and then grab his cock and stroke it to full mast," Jamie instructed. "Place the end of the tape measure at the base of his cock and lay the yellow tape down on top of his prick. Run the tape all the way out to the tip of his penis, and there you have his size. Donny's cock measures 6.5 inches. Not bad, but clearly not the biggest here." The other three men besides Derek were also of modest size. The women all commented how the old stereotypes about dick size were not necessarily true - they noticed Derek had small hands and small feet yet had a baseball bat between his legs.

"Come on Donna, you are up. I think we all want to see just how big Derek's dick is," Jamie said. Donna took the tape measure, reeled out 10 inches. She looked at Derek's dick again, and reeled it out a few more inches.

"Here goes," she said. The 18-year-old brunette took Derek's cock in her hand, stroked it up to its awesome potential, and heard all the women were starting to giggle. She saw a few flash bulbs go off, noticing the women were taking full advantage of their chance to take pictures of such a huge phallus. Donna took the tape and placed it along Derek's huge cock. From base to tip, it measured no less than 13 and a quarter inches.

"I win, I win," Donna screamed. "My man is hung like a horse." Derek greatly enjoyed this, noticing that Donna was starting to think of him as not just some well-hung guy she was flirting with, but of a guy she was hoping would soon be her boyfriend. After winning the measuring game, Donna used the rest of the night to win even more games. A game that was usually called the ring toss was changed to ring around the donkey. Usually, every man got to participate in this event, with the women throwing big plastic rings around their dicks to see which gal could get the most around her man. But because the women now had access to such a well-endowed individual as Derek, the rules of the game were changed. Only Derek's cock was used, his fully-erect penis sticking way out in front of him and each woman taking a turn to see how many rings she could get around his donkey-sized cock. Donna, used to the mechanics of Derek's dick since she had seen it up close so many times, kept finding a way to toss the ring around its base.

"Nothing but dick," she kept saying after nailing each toss. One more game remained for the youngster to win, and that was the art contest. Each woman was given body paints to apply to the penis of their male partner, and Donna, ever the resourceful one, painted Derek's big schlong to make it appear as an elephant's trunk.

"Keep it soft or this won't work," she kept saying to him. That was awfully hard to do, Donna stroking Derek's dick in order to color it fully with gray paint. The feel of Donna hands, Donna's wet, soft hands, around his cock was an awfully erotic feeling, but he stayed calm. She painted black eyes just above his pubic hair, big floppy ears on his lower stomach, and his dick did indeed appear like the trunk of an elephant, its heavy weight forcing it to hang down in between his legs. Winning all three games had Donna on a high, and after her artwork was shown to every woman at the party, she let Derek wash off in the pool, and of course, all of the men had to stay naked while the women swam in their bikinis.

"This is so unfair," Derek said with a laugh.

"Unfair? Why is it unfair?" asked Donna. "Just because we can see your dick and your balls and we get to keep our clothes on?"

"Yes, exactly," he said.

"If there is CFNM, is there such a thing as CMNF, you know, clothed male naked female?" asked the young man. Donna and Jamie looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Not that we know of," Donna said. "And if there is, it's not like we'll go to such an event." Derek's dick was painfully erect again, so big that it started to throb and jerk underneath the water, his cock needing desperately to be masturbated.

"Well, Donna, since you won't let me see you naked at this party, will you at least jerk me off again?" he asked, almost pleading. Donna started to ponder if she should oblige him, or make him suffer just for her own pleasure. The party shifted back outside the pool, and Donna could not believe what she saw.

"Your balls look like they're going to burst - look at them Jamie, they almost hang down as far as his dick does when it's soft," she said.

"Please, Donna, please," Derek begged.

"Well, if you kneel down and kiss my feet," she said. Derek was quick to do that, considering it a pleasure instead of a chore. Sucking on her toes, he heard Jamie give Donna an interesting proposition.

"Let him dry-hump you," Jamie said to Donna, who was staring down at Derek, making sure he kissed both of her feet.

"You think I should? I mean, with that big 13-inch dick of his?" she asked.

"Of course I think you should," replied Jamie. "It will be fun."

"Get up donkey," Donna demanded of Derek, giving him a new nickname, referring to the size of his dick.

"Rub that big dick of yours against my ass, can you do that you horse-hung stud?" asked the 18-year-old, now a bit more brazen after a few drinks.

"Yes mam," Derek replied. Before rubbing against her perfectly-rounded behind that filled out her bikini quite nicely, Derek put his dick underneath the side string joining the front of Donna's bikini to the back of it. It was quite an amusing picture, his big cock sticking straight up, rubbing up against Donna's side and pulling her bikini bottom slightly away from her body, his dick so strong he could have easily used it to snap that thin fabric covering the girl's thick forest of pubic hair that Derek would have killed to see.

"You're not gonna see my bush," teased Donna, looking right into the eyes of her admirer.

"I know, I know," Derek replied. "But this is fun, getting to hump your leg like this."

"What are you, a dog? Dogs hump legs," she said.

"No, I'm a donkey," he said. "Remember?" Derek took his dick out from underneath the side string on her skimpy outfit and pulled her back to him, the shaft of his cock neatly positioned in between her butt cheeks, the bikini feeling nice and soft against his prick. He started humping her furiously, to the amusing cheers of all the females at the party. Donna was enjoying the ride on his cock, her big ass rubbing and tightening around Derek's big pole. She started to wonder what joy she would feel to have that huge thing inside her, even if not the whole thing at least half of it - Jesus, she thought, even half of his dick would be almost seven inches.

Derek could fold his dick in half and it would still be bigger than any of the other four men at the party. The more Donna rubbed back against Derek, the bigger and harder his dick got, and when he was about to come, he didn't tell Donna, wanting to shoot his load up on her ass and back. It was even more come than he expected. Hot streams shot out and up, the first one almost reaching Donna's shoulders. Feeling the hot liquid drench her back, Donna was even more turned on, to the point where she wanted to take off her suit and let Derek play with her boobs and whatever else he wanted. But she resisted the temptation.

"Oh, God, Donna, you are so fucking hot," he said.

"I know," she responded with a laugh. "Now fetch a towel and clean me off." Derek returned from the house with a clean towel, his dick also wiped clean and now dangling down between his legs. A few more women had entered the party, both of which stared at commented about Derek's big dick.

The party had begun to break into small groups, and Jamie and Donna decided to give themselves exclusive rights to look at Derek's horse-like cock - moving to a small table with three chairs on the other side of the pool away from everyone else.

"I have a question," said Donna, who had been quiet for almost 20 minutes staring in awe at Derek's schlong.

"How the hell do you keep it flaccid?" said the young one, using a term she learned at the party. "I mean, all the other guys that were here were erect the whole time," she went on.

"I don't mean to brag, but all the women here, including myself, are, rather, well, hot. And being naked in front of us doesn't give you a boner?" Derek smiled, and even giggled.

"Donna, do you have any idea how trained I am at not getting boners in public?" asked Derek rhetorically. "I have to know how to stay soft."

"Well, why?" asked Donna, probing deeper into the subject.

"I used to go get boners all the time, staring at girls on the beach, at the mall, at school, wherever, and it would cause me a lot of pain," he began to explain. "My dick would either stick straight out and almost rip a hole in my jeans or I would have to force it down one of my pant legs. I used to wear out the elastic in my underwear so I just had to start wearing boxers." The girls giggled. Donna pinched Derek's cheek, whispering "Oh, poor baby."

"Most embarrassing moment, come on tell us," said Jamie. "There had to be at least one time the size of your dick became an inconvenience."

"At least one time? Are you serious? How about at least 100 times," Derek said.

"Well, tell us about one," said Donna, inching closer to Derek in her chair, still sneaking stares at his crotch while she was even talking to him.

"Okay, okay," said Derek. "This started as an embarrassing moment and turned into something even better, much better. My last year in high school, I had this one really hot teacher. Her name was like Ms. Barnes or something. And she used to wear the most provactive outfits - I mean she was like 22 at the time so she was only four or five years older than I was. Well, by then my dick was already full grown - "

"And how big was that?" Donna interrupted, always wanting exact stats.

"Thirteen and a quarter inches hard, eight inches soft," Derek replied.

"Anyway, she taught the hardest class -

"Even harder than your big dick?" asked Donna, making a joke.

"Yes, even harder. Now can I finish my story?" asked Derek, a bit annoyed.

"Go, just go," Donna said.

"This one day in class I starting day dreaming about having sex with her, about rubbing my big dick against those ass cheeks I could always make out in the tight skirts she wore to class, and then sticking it in her pussy nice and slow - "

"Okay, okay, get to the point," said Donna, offended Derek had used such words to describe the female anatomy.

"Well, in the middle of my day dream, she blurts out 'Derek, why don't you show us your answer to the question at the black board. I was like oh shit," Derek said. "My dick had made a huge tent in my suit pants, and the second I stood up that bulge would be exposed to everyone. And I might add that three quarters of the class was girls," he said.

"Oh my God, so what did you do?" asked Donna.

"Well, I tried to stall, tried to make my boner go down by thinking about baseball or something," Derek said. "I stared at the hot teacher for a few seconds to keep waisting time, but she was getting pissed and ordered me to the board. So, I had to go."

"This, I gotta hear," Donna whispered.

"I got up, tried to hunch myself over to try to draw the bulge in a bit. On my way up to the front of the room, Ms. Barnes was going on and on about how I shouldn't be daydreaming in class and stuff, but the second I passed the front row of desks and my crotch was exposed, she shut up in mid sentence. Nobody in the class knew what was wrong, but I did," Derek said. "She was the only one in the room that saw the circus-like tent in my trousers - the rest of the class was half asleep just like I had been just moments earlier. Ms. Barnes was in shock."

Donna and Jamie were getting turned on by this tale of teacher-student erotica, so much so that the young one had to take a deep breath to help ease the sexual tension that was building up inside her.

"Go on," begged Donna.

"Well, Ms. Barnes liked to show off her legs too, almost like she was teasing, and torturing, us 17- and 18-year-old guys. She wore these see-through stockings and these really hot high heels, and she would always plop that beautiful butt of hers on the corner of her desk and sit with her legs crossed and her chest sticking straight out. She put almost all of the guys - which I think was her own little conspiracy - in the front row so she would feel like they were staring at her body the whole class. I think she loved the fact that she was hot, and there were all these guys that wanted her so bad but just couldn't have her. This day was no different - she sat on the corner of her desk in a tight black top and those gorgeous legs on full display. But when I passed her with that bulging, 13-inch hard-on testing the strength of my suit pants, she was, for once, a bit flustered." Donna and Jamie were speechless, wanting to hear more about Derek's big dick.

"It was not going down at all when I was at the board. The entire room was silent - the students still had no idea about my bulge, and had no idea that Ms. Barnes had seen my bulge," Derek said. "To ease the tention of the moment, I decided to ask my hot teacher a question while I was at the board. With the chalk still against the black board and my dick almost touching the wall a good seven inches out in front of me, I turned my head to make eye contact with Ms. Barnes, but I got the shock of my life."

"What?" inquired Jamie.

"Oh there was no eye contact to be made, not at all. Ms. Barnes was staring right at my crotch," Derek said.

"Wait, wait, wait a minute. How was she staring at your crotch if you had your back to her," asked Donna, wanting an explanation.

"At the angle she was sitting at - her desk was only about 10 feet to my left - she could see my dick sticking out in front of me," Derek said.

"Oh my God," Donna said.

"I go on with my question, but it took Ms. Barnes a good five seconds to even acknowledge the fact that she heard someone speaking to her - it was as if she was in another world for a few moments," Derek said. "I asked some lame question about my calculus problem I was working out, and she gave me an equally lame answer to make like she didn't give one shit about calculus at the time. All she cared about was my dick." Donna and Jamie looked at each other and smiled, knowing exactly what kind of trance that Ms. Barnes must have been in at the time - Donna was still in shock every time she saw the size of Derek's cock.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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