by K T Morrison
Lovelace’s big hands went over Madison’s slim shoulders and he admired her for a moment before easing her off his lap. He rose.
At first, Darren thought that these two would retire to one of the bedrooms in his house. Saw Madison bobbing in the water again, looking up and watching this man that she had fallen for as he stood above her. That huge dong had grown excited with the things that his young girl was doing to him. It hung between his legs much more engorged than when he’d taken his shorts off. Water ran down it, veins rose on its surface. It looked like it was halfway down his thigh. When he sat down, putting his ass on the lip of Darren’s tub, his heavy penis and testicles hung below his legs, resting on the sidewall.
He held his hands out as if he were asking the young lady to dance, and Madison took them. He helped her to stand. Now Darren watched her naked body; the water running in lines over her unbelievable sweeping curves. Steam rose off her and into the night. Hands were released, and she went back down on her knees between his open thighs, kissed the insides of his legs, alternating left and right up his thigh, getting closer and closer. Then she was kissing his penis, starting at the base, working along the top, but he hung too low. So she lifted it, cradled it in both hands and ran her tongue over the swelling glans. His coronal ridge flared out as he grew harder, the head that was already large looking almost unreal now.
It wasn’t too big to fit in Madison’s plump mouth. She put the ring of her lips around it but could only get the first third of him into her. She was very familiar with Lovelace’s equipment, knew what he liked, and Darren imagined she’d done this many times. Pictured her doing this in limousines, the back of a gentleman’s club, maybe even under his judge’s robes while he presided. Shit, that must be something.
That painful thing Darren had of his own, but paled in comparison to the one next to him, throbbed, and felt hard as steel. Perhaps the single hardest erection he’d had since he was fourteen. And just like when he was fourteen, the thoughts, and blood, and lust that drove it to such proportion and resilience also punctured holes in the rational part of his brain. And as he watched Madison work and bob her mouth on the judge, the only thing he could think of was that Skyler was for him. That if Madison were doing this to one man, Skyler would do it to the other. And he was that other. And all those thoughts of fidelity, and doing the right thing, and making amends in his relationship with his wife went right out the window. He wanted nothing more than to have a beautiful girl in her twenties go down on him in his hot tub. Wanted that steely shaft pushed into something unbelievably beautiful.
So he rose from the tub as well, running his backside up the wall, then sitting with his thighs parted. Not the kind of man to boldly say something cool and masterful indicating what he expected, instead let his legs part and hoped that everything would work out the way he wanted. Hoped that Skyler would bob across as Madison did and let him sink his erection into her mouth.
And then she was doing it, easing away from the wall where she sat, bobbing across the short distance of the tub. But her trek veered from the course he wanted, her bobbing taking her to the left and she joined Madison, running a hand over her back and slipping herself in between Lovelace’s thighs next to her. He was going to explode.
Madison reluctantly gave way to Skyler, willing to share but somehow still possessive, letting her mouth come off Lovelace, gripping his shaft in the middle and then kissing her friend. She stroked the judge while the two of them made out again.
Skyler’s hand went down to assist Madison in stroking, then down below and cupped his hanging balls. She lifted and fondled them, and Darren watched them squirm in her grip. Their kiss broke, and they both went to their knees now, Madison holding the judge’s cock and Skyler putting her mouth on it.
They went on like that while Darren watched, alternating, taking turns each holding it and sucking it, stopping to kiss, fondling his balls. It grew and grew while they did. The way the judge sat hunched, when Madison lay it up against his body the tip touched his sternum. The girls played with his balls, each tugging on one with their lips while they looked up at him making pouting faces. Lovelace stroked their heads and ran his thumbs over their brows. He said to Darren, “All girls just love a big cock.”
Darren had nothing to say. He imagined they did. It was apparent they did right now. At least these two.
Lovelace, not getting an answer, turned to regard him. He looked between Darren’s legs, saw the pretty normal thing he had sprouting out of his pubic hair. He reached over and gripped it. Darren just about jumped out of the tub but the judge had a good grip.
“Easy, easy,” Lovelace said, and Darren trembled feeling a foreign hand hold his penis for the first time in about twenty-seven years. And this wasn’t a girl, this wasn’t one of these lovely ladies, it was a strange, handsome, and powerful man. He was frozen. He looked down, saw the big strong hand holding onto him. Saw how small he looked. How just the end of it poked out past his thumb and knuckle. But Lovelace didn’t stroke him, didn’t pleasure him, just gripped him tight. The smile he had, the endearing one, seemed skewed now. There was something mean and condescending there.
While looking at Darren, the judge said, “Girls, let Darren’s hand in there.”
Darren squirmed again, trying to get away, but strangely doing it halfheartedly. Not wanting to leave. If he went in the house right now, this would be over and all chances of sleeping with one of these pretty girls would be done. He would stay, but he had limits. “No, I don’t think so,” he said, his voice sounding quieter than intended.
“Darren,” he chided, and he nodded with his head toward his own massive erection. Madison angled it toward Darren. Lovelace was so hard he looked like he might split, the head of it like a bursting, polished gray crabapple. “Go on, Darren.”
“That’s all right,” he said, still frozen, still feeling the strength Lovelace had in the grip around his cock.
“Do it,” Madison urged, and she shook Lovelace’s tool toward him. “Take it.”
“No, I don’t want to.”
“Don’t be shy, Darren,” he said. “It doesn’t mean anything. I just thought you might be interested.”
“Not interested,” he said.
Madison sighed, “So lame,” and Darren was shocked at the effect that had—an intense feeling of peer pressure over something so ridiculous.
Then Skyler was getting out of the tub, leaning toward him, the water sloughing off her body and cascading over the tip of his penis held in Lovelace’s hand and making him flinch. She whispered very warmly, “It’s okay, Darren. It’s okay.”
She ran her hands over his shoulders and it put butterflies in his stomach. His nipples hardened to steel bolts again. Her hands came together running down one forearm of his, holding him by the wrist and then taking it. She led his hand toward Lovelace’s penis and he let her. Could have stopped her, could have whipped his hand away, but didn’t. His heart pounded in his chest, an insane lechery like he’d never felt racing through him now. The last thing he wanted to do was touch another man, but somehow in the company of these unbelievable young women and given the lusty adventures of the day and evening, he wasn’t running away. He had limits and apparently this wasn’t one of them. He let Skyler wrap his hand around the middle of Lovelace’s shaft. He held another man’s penis.
“Look at it,” Lovelace said. And he did; held this enormous thing away from Lovelace’s body, looked at his hand on it. Knew what his hand looked like on his own and recognized the difference. Didn’t need to put his hand on it to do that, yet just the same it was an astounding experience. Women that this man had slept with would feel this thing. Feel the size that this man had and have known the comparative feel of other men. Would know how superior this man was. Just touching him, Darren felt humiliated. It was clear to everyone here that what he had between his legs was far inferior. Not even close. All of them here agreed that the thing he held was better than anything else. This was the envy of all.
Not that it was something he could achieve, but it was something desired. By men and women. His mouth had grown dry and all he could taste was the peat in the old whisky. His heart hammered still, his ears pounding, and they felt stuffed with cotton. He didn’t let go, kept admiring this other man’s equipment. He wouldn’t stroke him, wouldn’t do any more, but he understood the point.
Lovelace said, “What do you think?”
“It’s really big,” he said.
Madison laughed, said, “Boy, is it ever.”
Skyler wrapped her hands over the grip he held on it and she helped Darren stroke a little and watch the skin ruffle as it bunched under the big, flared ridge of that enormous cock head.
“Okay,” Darren said, and he squirmed his hand out of Skyler’s grip. The three of them laughed at him, and instead of feeling humiliated, he laughed too. He put his hand in the hot water and shook it like he was trying to get germs off it.
Lovelace laughed at that, let Darren’s smaller penis go, and clapped him on the back, said, “You’re a good sport, Darren.”
When Darren sat up again, Lovelace looked to Skyler and said, “Skyler, dear, would you go down on Darren, please?”
Chapter Seven
“Oh, uh ... well,” Darren bumbled. He fidgeted where he sat as Skyler made no protest but got to her knees, worked herself between Darren’s thighs. There were a million ways for him to stop this. All of them would be embarrassing—what kind of man would prevent this from happening? Especially when he’d allowed so much already tonight.
So much was on the line, so much at stake, yet he succumbed, no strength in him to produce any protest. He fumbled with things to say, uttering croaking consonants and vowels, not forming any words that told her that they really shouldn’t do this, and he watched as this young girl got herself very close between his thighs and then she held his erect penis. The second person other than his wife in the last twenty-seven years to touch him. And this one was incredible.
She ran an okay sign around the base of his cock and he didn’t stop her. His eyebrows rose up into his hairline and his scalp felt like it was peeling back. He held his breath as if he was about to witness two cars coming together at breakneck speed. This was slow motion though. Just as frightening somehow, but Skyler’s mouth worked toward him laggardly. And when her pretty, perfect mouth opened he felt a blackness rolling over his brain; a fading out, signing off for the evening.
She flicked her tongue on it and a lightning bolt shot through him. He gasped, high and breathy, like a female porn star, and then bit his lips. It made Skyler smile, and that smile was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And then she sunk it into her mouth. Surprisingly cool, he felt the crown of his cock head mush on the top of her pallet, glide over the corrugated inside of her mouth. She took him all the way. Right down so that her lips went into his pubic hair. Then back up again, and he saw that his fingers had dug deep holes into his thighs he’d clutched them so hard.
He gasped a sharp intake of air, held it again. Watched as her perfect face made love to him. Trying to pleasure him, bobbing up and down, swirling her lips. She was doing things inside, too. Her tongue darting over the shape of his glans, stroking the cable on the underside. Up and down she went, and every time the ring of her lips passed over the rim of his cock head a white painless migraine flashed behind his eyes.
Next to him now, he watched Madison performing the same actions as young Skyler. She held Lovelace with two hands, thumb to heel, gripping him near the base. Her head bobbed, and a wavering string of drool danced from the point of her chin. Lovelace’s cock stretched her lips wide. Then, between his own legs, Skyler took him deep again, all the way until he disappeared inside her.
Lovelace’s big hands cupped Madison’s head lovingly while she pleasured him. The muscles in his legs flexed, and he slowly eased himself up to stand, Madison never once stopping her action. They worked themselves to the center of the hot tub. Darren watched them now over Skyler’s shoulder. Skyler was aware that they had moved, her eyes darting to the right.
She drew her lips to a point, then off of him, his unbelievably erect penis snapping up and slapping his belly. That made her smile, and she dipped low and kissed his testicles. The feel of her pouting lips pressing him in so sensitive an area rolled his eyes way up. He looked to the sky, saw the steam rising from the hot tub he and Lynn had added to the pool about a decade ago. Steam billowing, dissipating, stars twinkling above. Then she was taking him by his wrists again, and he looked down to see her pulling him toward the center of the pool. He let her, followed along and she stayed in the water and he stood until she was back to back with Madison and he stood face-to-face with Lovelace. Lovelace didn’t acknowledge him, chin tucked to his chest while he watched his young stripper perform magic on him.
Skyler’s lips returned, plunging him deep again, her chin squashing his scrotum between his thighs. He groaned and winced, his eyes narrowing. Now Lovelace flashed a look to him, those dimples in his rugged cheeks deepening as he smiled. He nodded to Darren, a knowing sort of look, acknowledgment that these were the greatest and rarest pleasures of life tonight. He couldn’t agree more.
He mimicked Lovelace now, his hands boldly taking this young girl’s head, cupping it, feeling the shape of her ears underneath her hair. Her head worked backward and forward, her tongue forcing upwards against her palate, applying great and wonderful pressure to his under-used organ. He felt his knees trembling, felt his thighs jumping, wondered now such a strange and exciting thought—should he tell her he would come in her mouth? Would he just do it? She seemed like the kind of girl that wouldn’t be offended. Seemed like if he did explode without warning that she might laugh it off. And just that thought added onto the actual physical pleasure had his heart racing and his pulse pounding up his neck, making him feel tight and constricted.
He was close, so close. But then, what after? Would they be finished for the night? He didn’t want it to be over, didn’t want this to ever be over. He pushed away thoughts that were bringing his fluids to the surface, tried to condense a masculine control over his sexuality. Deep breaths, flexing his back and his chest, he pushed away the slippery pleasure she gave him. But it was so hard.
He saw her pretty nose, the cheek, the shape of her mouth as it formed a pouting ring around his erection. Looked over her shoulder, saw Madison’s blonde hair bobbing as well. Sucking, two hands working, twisting and stroking a little. Water bubbled and boiled around them, steam rising from below, chill night air on his back. It was the most incredible feeling, and he realized he hadn’t had a blow job from someone he hardly knew in about thirty years. Didn’t realize what an absence that could be, didn’t realize until he was reminded.
Now Madison was saying something to Lovelace, her head pulled back and her two hands stroking, encircling just the big flared end of him. She was mouthing funny things, and it was making Lovelace chuckle. Her hands could barely contain Lovelace’s hardness. Somehow seeing that, seeing this girl’s hands form a broken grip around such a sexual totem hardened Darren further, aching him right under his balls.
He flexed and felt fluid seeping from his tip. Felt the sudden urge to apologize, let Skyler know he was sorry. He had just put fluid from inside his body into her mouth, there was no way she could like that. She didn’t seem to mind, but she did notice. He looked to see her now, eyes turned up to him, the slightest smile on that pouting ring. Then she pulled it away, her tongue forming a point and running up the underside of him then pressing into his urethra. He groaned and buckled and felt more clear excitement spew from him.
She took her tongue away, and it drooled, a silvery string swaying to the right and disappearing into the hot water. Skyler looked at his cock in her hand and stroked him. The new and slippery feel had his knees dipping again. It made her giggle, and she slowed and squeezed his scrotum.
That round shining apple head that was the end of Lovelace’s cock was tapping Skyler on the shoulder. When s
he turned, Madison, holding Lovelace’s cock, mushed it into Skyler’s mouth and made her jump with a laugh.
Madison whisper-growled, “En garde,” and gripping Lovelace at the base now she pointed it toward Skyler’s face threateningly.
In return, Skyler pinched Darren close to his base and poked it pointing over her shoulder toward Madison.
Madison said, “Dagger versus machete.”
Skyler laughed and said, “I don’t usually bring a dagger to a machete fight.”
Madison raised Lovelace’s erection up past 45° and then yanked it down to strike the tip of Darren’s cock, hitting it straight down like a hammer hitting a nail. He felt a jolt from his tip right down to his butthole and he flexed his stomach, more lubrication spurting and streaming down his shaft now.
Madison saw and cooed with lurid excitement. Skyler held Darren steady, and now Madison took the swollen glans of Lovelace’s cock and swirled it around Darren’s head, getting Lovelace coated with his pre-come. Darren groaned, his mind doing somersaults at this unbelievably dirty display. Two hot young strippers holding two cocks and pressing them together, their eyes glued to the contact.
Skyler whispered, “Make them kiss.”
Madison giggled, and they lined up the two men’s erections then pressed them together, mushing the plump, slippery shapes of their glans’. The head of Lovelace’s cock was more than three times the size of Darren’s, and he marveled at it. His was small and narrow, a sort of prow shape, but Lovelace’s was round and swooping and it flared outward muscularly.
The point of Darren’s pressed neatly in the concave shallow swell of Lovelace’s urethra. The girls had spread Darren’s semen around both of their heads and the two organs slipped together with a feathery feel.
Darren’s eyes grew narrow and heavy and he realized he was holding his breath. He looked up now, saw Lovelace staring at him. He looked confident and slightly mean, his eyes narrow as well but that smile curled up one side of his mouth. He shook his head slightly with how crazy these girls were. Here they were, two grown men, their penises touching, and neither one of them was backing away, neither one of them stopping these girls.
