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# Posted: 23 May 2008 17:27:58
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x cellent story!!!!!!!!
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# Posted: 23 May 2008 20:03:57
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Thanks CH and BangBang, glad you are enjoying it. Sorry I've not continued, but I have been away on another business trip, solo this time so no new fun to report. I hope Brenda was good while I was away, she says she was.
But, back to the story...
Bren had just pulled her top over her head, and now she pulled it off again and handed it to me, not willing to take her eyes off this wonderful new surprise. She reached down and took him in her left hand, lifting his heavy cock up and out from the wall, her palm underneath his thick shaft as she slowly began to stroke him.
As she would slide her hand toward the wall and the base of his cock, the remaining length would droop over the heel of her hand, gravity pulling it toward the floor, and when her hand slid up to clutch the fat foreskin-covered head his shaft would droop in the middle, still obviously quite flaccid despite the size and thickness. Realizing this, Brenda took him in both hands and began to stroke him, still with room to move her hands together up and down his length.
With her palms underneath him I could see the gap, probably about half an inch, where her thumb and fingers failed to meet due to the thickness of his cock. As she stroked him in this baseball grip (an apt analogy as I think about it, it was like she was holding a Louisville Slugger) the thick vein on the top of his shaft began to distend, and the gap between her fingers gradually grew wider as he hardened. His bulging cockhead was clearly outlined through his thin foreskin, and I wanted Brenda to strip it back and take him in her mouth. I had begun to go soft as we planned to leave, but now I was hard and throbbing again, my cock pointing at the ceiling.
Bren is not a size queen I don't think, not really. I mean she likes a big cock, and always finds it very stimulating both visually and in a tactile sense. She loves the feel of a large heavy cock in her hands, mouth, or pussy, but it is not a "must have" situation for her satisfaction, lucky for me.
That said, seeing, fondling, or sucking a really big cock never fails to get her very aroused, and leaves her wet and wanting. Even knowing she's in the presence of a guy that is really well endowed, without ever even seeing his package, gets her juices flowing and makes her very flirtatious and, frankly, kind of slutty.
I think I may have mentioned that she has had this fixation on finding a well hung black man for the last year or two, and I'm sure that I've mentioned that she works in a law office. I bring up these two things now because I think one is probably the cause of the other, and together they contribute mightily to what happens this night.
Her boss, the atttorney that I will refer to as Mr. O, got wrapped up in a case a couple years ago involving a pretty horrific personal injury claim due to a traffic accident in which a poorly maintained commercial vehicle hit a car with a mother and her 2 small children inside. One child died, the mother and the other child were badly injured.
The trucks operators and owners and the company that performs the maintenance were all being sued, and the venue was a town in which the majority of the jury pool would be black, as were the victims. Mr. O is white, but well known for getting large awards in this type of case, which is why he was hired. He deemed it wise to bring in another attorney, a black attorney, from a firm with which he had worked in the past.
This all sounds pretty racist, and I guess it is, but it is also a fact that this is a pretty common practice when black juries and victims are involved. The defense also had a couple of black attorneys asigned to this case, including their lead counsel, so they were well aware of the issue.
How does all this tie in, you ask? Well, the black co-counsel that Mr. O brought in, (I'll call him Jim, not his name but it's short and easy to type) is a tall, good looking and successful attorney in his own right. He works for a firm whose office is right across the courthouse square from Brenda's office, and he and Mr. O had known each other for years. Jim is currently single after being divorced over 4 years ago, and has been playing the field of female paralegals and secretaries in the area ever since. Rumor has it that he was playing the field a little bit beforehand as well, which was a major contributing factor to his rather nasty divorce.
Rumor also has it that he is hung like a Clydesdale, a rumor to which a close friend of Brenda's bears willing witness, and now he was working with my wife and her boss and was in their offices almost daily for several months. Brenda's fascination with the legendary well-hung black man begins here, I think.
Mr. O is pretty laid back, and dresses very casually on days during which no new clients or court appearances are scheduled. Not so for Jim, who prides himself on his appearance and wears very expensive custom tailored suits, crisp white shirts, and carefully knotted silk ties every day, without fail. Casual to him is taking off his jacket and hanging it, on a padded hanger, on the back of the office door. Brenda says he always looks like a million bucks, and wears a cologne that makes her knees weak.
Brenda had noticed very early on that certain of his suit pants did incredible things for advertising his endowment, the thin, fine worsted wool draping nicely over the thick bulge of his shaft as it hung well down his thigh. That he wore boxers or nothing was a given, and which suit he was wearing on a given day became a topic of numerous early phone calls and emails between female staffers of the various lawyers around the square, every morning.
Brenda always thought that his light gray pinstripe and his tiny checked tan suits did the best job of wrapping his package, which she described to me in minute detail on those nights when she came home wet and unbearably horny from looking at his barely hidden cock all day. He had caught her staring at his crotch on more than one occasion, and one time she had been so wrapped up in her fantasy that he had to say her name twice before he got her attention re-focused on what he was trying to tell her. I know she blushed mightily for him, and I know that he knew exactly what was going on.
She said he had the habit of leaning against the front of her desk as he talked to her, asking her to type up a motion or make some calls, and that when he leaned like that it pressed the thin fabric of his suit pants tightly against him and defined the outline of his bulging balls and the base of his thick shaft. The length stretching down to her desk top was pressed against the soft wool, and the ridge around his fat glans, which was resting on her desk top, was clearly visible.
She would tell me how her nipples and clit would be hard and swollen as she tried to work, and how she could feel the hot slickness between her legs. She wondered how he avoided arousal during the workday, because with his equipment so visible when soft she knew there was no way he could hide an enormous erection.
We would have incredible, mind-blowing sex on the days that she had these experiences, and his light gray and tan suits quickly became my favorites as well, although I never saw either of them. When she would get home she would need me to immediately eat her swollen pussy to several orgasms, and then use her large black dildo on her for a couple more as I sat painfully hard listening to her tell BBC fantasies, before I would get to fuck her or she would suck me off. Supper was always sometime after 8:00 on these nights.
She wanted to fuck him, and flirted with him shamelessly, and I very much wanted her to although I didn't see any way I would get to watch. I knew she would tell me all about it.
They went out for drinks several times, usually with a group but twice just the two of them, and on the second of those occasions she did unzip him and get his big cock in her hands when he walked her to her car. She had just started to suck him, and in her words he "was getting fucking huge" when they heard voices approaching and he tucked and left.
She had masturbated herself to an orgasm on the way home, but still pinned me to the bed and ground her flaming hot, wet, swollen pussy into my face as she straddled my head, pulling my hair as she pressed herself to my lips, nose, and chin. I thought I might drown or suffocate, but I'd have died happy as she had one shattering orgasm after another.
I was so incredibly turned on by her arousal, and her scent, taste, and feel on my face, that when she leaned back and her hair fell across my swollen cock and balls, lightly caressing me, I came instantly shooting spurt after spurt of semen into her hair and all over both of us. It was great, and we both collapsed and fell asleep without dinner that night.
He never tried again, as he strictly avoided married women even when they assured him, as Brenda did, that her husband wouldn't mind. He never believed her, and before she could convince him she was telling the truth the case settled for several million dollars just days before the trial was scheduled to begin. No longer working so closely together the opportunity passed, and although they still see each other around town and around the courthouse, they have not connected.
But now, as she stroked this big black cock through the gloryhole in a tawdry video booth, I knew her thoughts had to turn to what might have been. She would enjoy this experience, certainly, but she really wanted to be on clean white sheets, on her back with her legs up and spread as a thick black cock was guided into her hot wet pussy.
She'd have loved to feel it get deeply into her, maybe far enough to feel the heavy balls slap against her ass if she's deep enough to take in his full length, her legs over his shoulders as he slams into her, dripping sweat from his black skin onto her small white body as his enormous cock probes her insides, stretching her wide and making her cry out as she cums, over and over, before she feels him swell and pump his enormous load of semen deep in her belly, turning her insides to liquid in one last enormous orgasm as she clenches around his massive cock...
Sorry, back to Portland as she bends forward and takes his now hard cock into her mouth, his black shaft stark where it disappears between her pink lips, her white hand a sharp contrast where it stretches most of the way around his cock, wedding ring glittering.
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# Posted: 31 May 2008 23:00:41
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Brenda had her eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of his big cock on her lips and tongue. Her left hand pumping the lower part of his shaft and her right squeezing his heavy balls, she tried to get as much of him into her mouth as she could. Try as she might, less than half of his mighty cock fit into her mouth.
I figure it was the thickness, because I've seen her take pretty long cocks, if somewhat slender, all the way in down to the balls. There was no way she could take this one down her throat, however. This guy's cock was very thick from base to tip, not narrower toward the head as Walt's was, although even Walt's smaller diameter tip was still larger than my own.
As Bren stretched her lips over this big black cock it almost looked like she was putting a whole big plum into her mouth, and her throat could simply not accomodate it.
We both pretty much assumed it was Chris, the guy we had briefly met earlier. I guess the fact that he had left his booth dark as Chris had done, and that he was black and well endowed as we knew Chris was, all fed this assumption. We still think so, although we'll never know for sure.
His cock was by no means hanging into our booth now, but was jutting straight out from the wall, obscenely huge and hard, thick ropy veins wrapping around his swollen organ. I have a small 3' tape measure on my keychain, but my keychain was in our motel room safely tucked in my daypack that I travel with. I had no need of my keys with our rental car, but I sure wanted that tape, just to get a true measure of this amazing cock.
I noticed that when Brenda cupped his big balls in her hand the base of his cock rested right on the heel of her hand, just below her wrist. In this position the end of his cock was just past the inside of her elbow joint and was leaving a wet slick smear along the inside of her bicep area. I made a mental note to measure that distance on her arm later.
I also noticed that his shaft was easily as thick as her arm just above her wrist.
I couldn't take much more, and tried to pull Bren up from her kneeling position where she had been sucking him. When she understood what I wanted she obliged me by standing and bending at the waist to continue sucking him. As planned, this put her sweet wet pussy at the right height for my little stiffie, and I thrust into her.
She moaned and came, pushing back onto me and gripping me with a serie of contractions of her slick pussy. I almost lost it, but managed to hold on. Her pussy was still wet and sticky with the cum that had been pumped into her earlier, but her arousal at this massive black cock was also causing her to flood with a new release of her own slick secretions, and her tunnel was a tight, slick, hot heaven.
I was slowly thrusting into her, fighting the urge to cum as I watched her stroke and suck her dream cock, and had completely forgotten the hole into the other neighboring booth. As a result, I was taken completely by surprise when a hand reached in between my legs and began to squeeze my balls and finger the base of my cock as I slid in and out of my wife. I let out a small exclamation and jumped, thrusting into her, which caused her to push back hard against me and pin me to the wall.
I could feel that my ass and balls were pefectly framed in the hole, which was apparently taken as an invitation to continue massaging my testicles, and that's what happened.
I didn't know whether to pull out and move aside or go on and allow this, since I was 98% sure it was another guy. It was starting to feel really good though, so I went with it. He continued to explore and vary his touch, fingering me, pinching my cock between thumb and finger as I slid in and out, squeezing my balls (hard at times, deliciously painful), and touching Brenda's hard clit. By the size and strength of his hand, it was definitely a male.
I was actually disappointed when he stopped and withdrew his hand, but it soon returned filled with a cool, slick lube which he rubbed all over my balls and inner thighs, probing at my tight anus with a slick, blunt finger and slowly inserting it into me. I groaned as he pushed into me, hating it and loving it all at once, disgusted with myself for allowing it.
I was dying, I had never done this, and I was whispering to Brenda what was happening to me. She has put her fingers, and a couple of her smaller to medium dildos into my ass, and it's been amazing, but this was different.
She was enjoying my humiliation, and pushed her ass hard against me, keeping me pinned to the wall where I was being anally finger raped. My cock was so hard between this and watching her with that enormous black cock in her mouth that I thought it might just shatter.
When he bent his finger and began to stroke my prostate, I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life, spraying my wife's insides with a gusher of cum. It seemed that as long as he kept stroking my gland I would keep spurting, and my whole body was rigid with the spasms as I shot more and more cum. It was without a doubt the longest lasting and most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, and my knees were getting shaky and stars sparking before my eyes. I thought for a moment I might pass out, but gradually the spasms subsided as he continued to thrust his fat finger knuckles-deep into my ass.
If I could bottle that feeling I'd be a millionaire!
I felt a sense of emptiness when he pulled his finger out, but it was soon back with more lube, sliding first one then two fingers into my ass, or squeezing and tugging down on my ball sack, stretching my scrotum out before letting my balls squeeze painfully between his strong slick fingers.
There was no chance he'd get more that a couple of leftover drops squeezed from me, I was done but still hard inside Brenda's juicy pussy as my semen dripped from our juncture.
Finally he let up on my tortured balls and asshole, and I breathed a sigh of relief and deep satisfaction as he slid from me, clenching my slippery anus closed. My relief was short-lived however, as I felt him begin to poke and probe at my asshole with what could only be his hard cock, trying to thrust it into me!
I was pretty shocked, and told Brenda what was happening thinking I needed to move away.
"He's trying to fuck me in the ass!"
She stopped sucking long enough to laugh. "Let him, you might like it."
There was no way. I tried to move, but she had me pinned with my cock still in her. He was pushing his hard cock between my clenched cheeks, the tip of it at my unwilling opening. I was squeezing for all I was worth, and trying to get aside before he could get inside. He was very hard, and with all that lube he was beginning to win the battle, starting to penetrate my last defense.
"Please, you have to let me move! I don't want to be fucked like this!"
"Oh come on you chicken, it might open up a whole new world for you!"
Just then his cock head popped into me!
"Oh, god, oh fuck, he's in me." I could feel him push deeper into me, his shaft clenched in my sphincter but too slick to stop. "Oh, shit! It hurts, it's too big. Oh god, he's way in me, oh fuck, he's got his cock in my ass!"
The idea of him cumming in my ass, no condom (I was pretty sure) terrified me, and I threw that at Brenda. "I don't think he has a condom on, he's gonna cum in me!"
That got her attention, and she let up on me so that I could escape. Truth is, it was starting to feel really good, and I didn't move immediately. I may even have thrust back on him and squeezed his cock, but he suddenly withdrew and I could feel his hot cum pumping onto my exposed ass, splashing onto me and dripping from my ass and balls. I was relieved he had not cum in me, but still concerned about the flow of his semen running down across my recently ravaged asshole.
I pulled some paper towels to dry it off of me, and turned to see his thick, tan cock still hanging in our booth. It was good sized, as big as me but thicker, and I couldn't believe he had put that up my ass. It looked pretty formidable, and I wasn't surprised it had been a little uncomfortable at first.
He soon withdrew, and I got some wet wipes from Brenda's purse to complete my clean up. Those are usually for her, but this time I needed some. As I cleaned myself up, Brenda turned and presented her slick pussy and tight ass to the big black meat she had been sucking. He was hard, wet, and enormous! As I put the wet wipes away, I dug for the Magnum condoms we had left over from last week, hoping they would be large enough.
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stormydog
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# Posted: 3 Jun 2008 01:00:28
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OK, I'm yanking your chain a little bit. I didn't really let him fuck my ass, although he did try. The scrotum and ball massage and lube, and the finger teasing my ass did send me into a powerful orgasm, but when he slid his cock through the hole and I realized what he was doing (dangerously close call) I chickened out and bailed.
We did return the favor however, as Bren stroked him to a juicy cum while she fucked the guy we assumed to be Chris.
When Brenda and I re-lived it later though, she told it as above and I thought it would be fun to pass along her version. She kind of likes to do and say things that make me a little more sissy than I can bring myself to be. I don't mind as long as she doesn't get too insulting, I'm not into cruel humiliation, just the light fun kind.
Cock up the ass? Not likely. Bareback cock up the ass? Absolutely no way! We're not totally crazy.
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stormydog
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# Posted: 3 Jun 2008 03:13:03
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Knowing that Brenda was very anxious to get that big cock inside of her, I tore open one of our two remaining Magnum condoms and handed it to her. She began to stretch it over his swollen cockhead, but realized she had better dry a little of her saliva off his shaft first if it was going to have any chance of staying on.
Personally, I thought it would be plenty tight to stay on him regardless, I was more worried about it breaking. Holding the condom in one hand, she handed me my shirt and told me to dry him. As I've mentioned, she likes to challenge me to see how far I am willing to go with other men, and she gets off on watching me handle their hard cocks in preparation for her.
I obediently wrapped my shirt around his massive cock and rubbed him dry, very conscious of the weight and thickness of his member, and of his heat radiating through my shirt. It was a very strangely erotic feeling, holding his big cock in my hands, and I kind of took my time, not minding the saliva and pre-cum smears I was getting on my shirt.
He was not as big around as a Coke can, I mean c'mon, get real, but he was a little larger diameter than a can of Red Bull, which I can just close my fingers around, I gapped about three quarters an inch on him.
Later, when I measured the spots on Brenda's arm which I had made note of to get an idea of his length, I came up with 10 1/2". I was a little surprised, I was guessing between 11 and 12, but trust me, his 10+ was impressively huge. It makes me doubt all the porn stars that claim 13 or 14 inches, I just don't think it's possible that they are that much larger than the cock I had just held and stroked dry.
Maybe it just looked bigger because it was black, or because of thickness, but Brenda was salivating at both ends as she looked at him. She proceeded to roll the condom onto him, a very tight fit stretching the latex thin. Rolled completely out (can't do that on me) it still left about 2" of his shaft bare at the base.
She turned her butt to the wall and presented her wet pussy to him, reaching back between her legs to grasp his cock and rub the fat tip up and down in her hot juices before positioning his monster at her opening and slowly forcing herself back onto him.
She uttered a few "Ahh, ah, oh god" type sounds as he slowly stretched her opening wide over his big bulb, and a loud, sudden "Oww, fuck, ohh!" as he slipped a couple of inches into her.
"Honey, are you OK? Is this hurting you?"
"A little, no, it's OK, I'll go slow. Oh god baby, his cock is so huge! Ohhh fuck!"
With no more than 4" of his black pole in her pussy she shuddered through her first orgasm, drooling long strands of saliva onto the floor as she moaned and shook. I had never seen her do that before, and it was a little unnerving. I thought she might be having some kind of seizure or something, but when I again asked if she was OK she jumped me.
"I'm fine! This is incredible, but shut up and let me enjoy it or get out! Look at your limp little floppy cock, it won't work again for a week and I need this big cock in me NOW!"
With that she thrust backwards hard on him, taking him 6 or 7" deep and crying out with another major orgasm. She may have been right, my cock was worn out limp, and even watching his thick black shaft stretch my wife's pussy lips wide was not getting a twitch out of me. I was turned on mentally, but totally shot physically.
I backed into the corner to watch, putting another $5.00 in the video machine before it ran out. Ironically, there was a petite white girl being pounded by a huge black cock on the screen as well, so it was like stereo-vision. I let it play, but watched the live show.
It was about then that the guy in the other booth decided he had watched as long as he could, and he stood and thrust his fat erect cock through the hole as well. He was roughly 7" but quite thick and tan in color, with a fat round purplish cockhead, a drop of clear cum glistening at the tip.
If the booth had been a little narrower Bren would have sucked him and been in heaven, but it was a little too wide for her to fuck and suck at once, so she took him in hand and began one of her great handjobs, squeezing and twisting her hand as she stroked, dragging her hand roughly across his ball sack at the base of each stroke. I know from experience that it is mildly painful on the balls, but incredibly sensual as, with each stroke, her fingers drag across the sensitive areas around the anus and just behind the scrotum just before she mashes your balls around. It seemed like she was squeezing another drop of clear pre-cum from him each time she milked his cock, and she would take it on her fingers and lick it off periodically.
I didn't know which to watch, but when I looked back to her pussy I was stunned to see that he was in all the way to the root, her pussy lips stretched wide around his thick shaft and his big balls pressed against her hard clit and pink pussy lips. I would never have imagined that his whole cock would fit inside of my wife.
Whe he began to stroke and pump his cock in and out, I could see that the 2 or 3" of exposed cock had as much of her juice smeared on it as the condom did, and knew he was getting her tightest part squeezing on his bare, black cock. When he stopped fucking her and just stood with his cock thrust into our booth, she immediately began to fuck herself on him, and quickly had several more noisy orgasms,
She was beyond caring about the noise, and when the guy in her hands began to shoot an enormous load she said, too loudly, "Oh fuck, he's cumming, look at all the cum, cum on me!"
He had spurted on her cheek, lips and chin, as well as into her hair and all over her hands, and she licked it off herself, catching the drops on her face and feeding them to herself with sticky fingers..
She had rubbed a fair amount of cum onto his cock and balls, and she continued to squeeze and stroke with one hand, squeezing one last big gob of white semen from him and transferring it to her tongue. She held up her left hand, covered with cum, for me to see. "Clean the cum off my wedding ring for me."
I obediently reached for a paper towel, but she said "No, that's not what I meant. You clean it, with your tongue."
I recoiled slightly, but she continued to hold her hand out, insisting, so I tentatively took it and touched my tongue to her finger. Slippery, a little slimy and salty, but little taste.
I licked around her ring, sucking the cum off of it and her fingers, one by one. It wasn't awful, and when she squeezed another warm drop from his semi-flaccid but swollen cock and fed it to me, I sucked it off her finger.
During this time she had stayed pressed to the wall and let Chris just pump his big cock into her, and she reached yet another peak. She focused on him now, her eyes closed and lips parted as he rearranged her internal organs with his cock.
The other guy just left his cock hanging in our booth, cum-sticky and swollen looking, letting me be jealous of his thick floppy dong just hanging there for my wife to admire. He didn't know she wasn't looking at him.
She reached yet another good orgasm, and her eyes flew open and locked, unblinking, on his cock as she came. Again I was forced to acknowledge that she lies to me when she tells me how I fill her up, or how big I feel.
Soon Chris' thrusts began to become more frantic, less controlled, and we knew he was about to cum. We heard a deep "Ohhh, unh, unh, unh, oh fuck" and some other animalistic noises, and knew he had filled the condom with his load, the thin bag the only thing keeping it from soaking my wifes pussy.
She came as he did, and they just stayed that way for the longest time, him balls-deep in her pussy, both moaning softly and breathing heavily as the came back to earth.
When she slid slowly off of him, she loosed a soft "Ohhh" of disappointment and loss as he slid out, feeling empty and wanting more.
I looked at her pussy, stretched wide open and red, lips swollen and puffy. It had never been more beautiful to me.
His enormous cock drooped , thick shaft beginning to soften as it twitched with his last few spasms. The condom contained an enormous load, filling the end and bathing half the length of his cock in a thick, hot, white pool
Brenda turned and ran her fingers lovingly over his shaft, slowly beginning to work the rubber off him. When she finally slipped it off past his cum-covered head and foreskin she handed it to me. "Hold this. Don't spill."
I held it. I couldn't believe how much cum it contained, it was heavy and easily three or more of my loads, and his big cock was still completely covered with cum! Only until Bren began to lick him clean, sucking and bathing with her tongue, sucking his foreskin into her mouth and cleaning it, then peeling it back and sucking the last traces from his big cockhead until he was just wet, no trace of cum on him.
She stood then, and looked down at him. "Wow. That was the best, I came so hard. Oh honey, that felt sooo good!"
As he started to withdraw from the gloryhole she touched him, and he stopped. She petted him, like you would a cat, and tugged his soft foreskin down over the tip. She then lifted him up and wormed her tongue into his foreskin and, I knew, into his slit, probing for that last taste of cum. She does this, and until she puts the tip of her tongue into the tip of my cock, my slit, she's not done with me. I knew now that she was done with him.
She straightened. "Ok, let's go. We have an early flight tomorrow."
I held out the condom. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Bring it along, you'll see. Tie a knot in it and put it in your pocket."
I did, opposite the car keys so that it would not get any holes poked in it. It felt very warm as it formed against my thigh.
As we dressed, both booths emptied around us, and although one filled up we were out the door before any body parts appeared in the opening.
We drove back to the hotel and tried to sneak in when nobody would notice the sex smells on us, or the cum in her hair, and had one last little dirty moment before we crashed completely and almost overslept our flight.
I hope you've enjoyed our experience as much as we did. If you're ever in Portland, be sure to check out the sex scene at the adult stores. Take your wife along, she deserves it for putting up with you. If we're in town, you can bet we'll be there.
Let's see, what excuses can I come up with to go back to Portland...
I wonder if we can find any good airfares.
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# Posted: 14 Jun 2008 19:35:21
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Update, and tying up a couple of loose ends:
The last litle dirty moment I mentioned: The condom full of cum that she had me tie off and put in my pocket became a toy to tease me with later on. I was very conscious of the warm, soft mass of the condom in my pocket, and had been careful not to put it in with the car keys so as to not make a hole in it.
In the car on the way back to the hotel Bren asked for it, and spent the rest of the drive playing with it, marveling at how much cum was in it, and sucking on it, threatening to tear it open with her teeth and smear it on me. Bear in mind that it was a large size condom, so the almost 2" of cum filling the end was a lot!
She put the whole condom in her mouth and carried it there, completely hidden, as we walked through the hotel lobby and to our room. Fortunately nobody spoke to us, she'd have had a severe speech impediment. In the room we got naked and she got me kind of semi-hard (hey, I was beat and had cum several times, what can I say) and then she stretched that cumfilled condom out along my cock to show me how much wider and longer it was than me. I could not have filled it well enough to keep it on during sex, and it certainly would not have been completely unrolled as it was on him.
She rubbed it on me, squishing the mass of cum back and forth over my cock and balls, but didn't open it. We left it on the nightstand for the maid to find, me thinking that she would believe I was that large. Dumb, huh? We never even saw her, why would that matter to me or her?
The big purple dong we had bought we barely used there, briefly in the booth, but when we went to dinner with Walt we had left it in our car and didn't have it for the later part of our gloryhole visit. We took it to the room, in it's bag, and used it briefly again, but we were too tired to get into it too much.
It did provide considerable joy for me and embarassment for Bren when she was picked for the random luggage search at the airport. The young guy that found it was as red-faced as she was, and their mutual suffering was extremely funny to me. I still tease Bren that showing guys she likes big ol' cocks is not a good way to make them feel secure if she's trying to pick them up. Most guys don't have one.
Speaking of that, we considered this trip extremely lucky in that she had found 1 pretty well hung guy and 2 very well hung guys in 2 evenings. That definitely beat the odds, and we both enjoyed it, although her enjoyment was direct and my own more vicarious.
At the gloryhole she had found 1 really small guy, incredibly so, which was strange, and about 3 smallish guys that were only about 3" to 4". Smaller that average but at least they looked like adults. I say about 3 guys, because a couple of the ones that fall in what I call the average category, or the 5" to 7" range, were at the low end.
There had been I think 8 guys that were in the average range, and a couple of them had been quite thick. She likes those a lot, especially if they are uncut.
Josh had been larger than average, and Bren kept his phone number and still talks about him, and Chris (we think) was black and huge. Bren would invite him to come live with us if she could. She loved his cock.
Walt? Well, Walt was the best of all worlds, a big, thick cock that seemed to last forever, big heavy balls, very friendly, polite, and considerate, and just a real manly guy. Does he have a beautiful body? Well, no, not really since he's as old as he is, but if you add the qualifier "For a guy his age" he is remarkable in both physical condition and performance.
To my surprise, especially with gas prices shooting up, he did come to see us for a couple days on his way from Portland to Wisconsin. He said "Well, it was on my way so I figured what the hell..."
Of course it was not on his way, but he had so enjoyed his time with (and in) Brenda that he made the trip. It was a little uncomfortable at first, not spontaneous like at the arcade, and knowing he had driven several hundred miles out of his way to fuck my wife was weird.
He arrived late one evening, and once we had a couple of drinks and all got naked and hit the hot tub things got better quickly, and we had a fun couple of days. He's promised to come back in the fall when he goes back to Oregon, and we may just take a little summer vacation to Wisconsin this year.
The picture that sticks in my head from his visit is him on his back on our bed, Brenda astride him facing toward his feet, and her pussy stretched tightly around the very thick base of his cock while she holds his balls in both hands. Knowing that he was about 8 or 9" inside her and about to fill her with cum - damn, it makes me horny just thinking about it!
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